It is easy to be lost. My father once told me about how he was walking home from Windermere Creek, and he noticed the creek was running backwards. He was walking up the creek instead of off the mountain. He had to convince himself to follow logic (and the creek) and turn around.
If it wasn’t for the creeks we would be lost, sure as hell.
Made a batch of jam from the Huckleberries I picked yesterday. Put a good slug of Grand Marnier in it. It is my Mom’s recipe. Dad used to hide the jars and not let her give them away.
Can’t say I know where money comes from. Dark nights and clear water could become the currency of the future. If so, they will say I was before my time.