A classic rest day, it begins with pancakes sticking to the pan on the camp stove and ends with good beer, wine, and conversation around the picnic table.

In the evening my Mom and I see Farenheit 9/11. I’ll probably review it separately later. Here I’ll just say that it has made me mindful of how distant I am from political life on the trail. It didn’t really change any of my political stances, but made me agitated that perhaps I don’t do enough about them.