It's cold and rainy. I want to be deep in the woods to where you can't smell anything but that, the green smell. But I have to hold still, so I have to be here holding still. These pics are from Zoar Valley pre-ear, where I conked my head (setting my ear up for its fall) and we all got caught in the current - Dan went under once and was gonna have to drown or let loose of the dog, and I saved that sorry beast's life by grabbing him by the ear. OJ joked that for him, who belches snot by the bucket whenever it thunders even a little bit, that was like getting raped in prison then saved by the evil warden.

dan and ectoplasm