A few years ago I set out on a journey, roaming, to become a slacktide lost and found at Sea. This Journal documents the unravellings of some of the eye opening moments throughout my travels and life. It's likely to change often, but then so do we.
It's started snowing, hard. I ate lunch about 20 minutes ago. A cup of coffee while I wait for the storm to pass; it's strange to be inside a structure not made of nylon.
I'm happy and warm, content with 26km I put in this morning.