tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post1173886846486709204..comments2024-03-22T17:39:44.420-07:00Comments on 37th Dream/ Rumors of Peace at Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise: (where I left my warm winter gloves while happily making video clips)amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-13940151675268190322013-01-30T20:56:08.333-08:002013-01-30T20:56:08.333-08:00Yeah, and I left my poles in the trunk of an elder...Yeah, and I left my poles in the trunk of an elderly couple driving me from the Appalachian Trail into Hiawassee, GA in 2004. Somehow found their house the next day and the poles were still there.<br /><br />I do that with gloves all the time while taking pictures but usually get them back. With our problems with cold fingers, losing good gloves can be literally crippling. I had another very, very bad episode of the Raynaud's doing that New York walk a little while ago. My left hand, ungloved while I ate as I walked, was throbbing agonisingly. It was probably a stupid idea, in retrospect, to be eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's in such conditions!Goathttp://thegoatthatwrote.net/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-10300401437388819112013-01-25T02:20:42.842-08:002013-01-25T02:20:42.842-08:00I once left a pair of trekking poles outside a bak...I once left a pair of trekking poles outside a baker's shop on the Camino. It was half an hour before I realised my two extra limbs were missing — I was so absorbed in the landscape and my own thoughts.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.com