with a nor’easter on the way
Zeke and I retreat to Shearwater forest
We were walloped yesterday, dear reader.
The nor’easter that blew up the coast came with the intensity and fury of a surprise public colonic and just as welcome.
We knew it was going to be messy.
The night before I got a text from Zeke
Shearwater’s running great. Sneak in a ride before the storm?
The trails on the periphery of the former airforce, now naval base have been there since the late 80’s. Zeke cut many of them.
These days lazy locals use them as doggy toilets, leaving golden and brown gifts every few metres.
Fun fact dear reader: Once, after enjoying some cheese, I had a poo-mergency in that very forest. Bereft of a shovel, I left behind a pile of pancake batter, only to later find out from an acquaintance that his dog had rolled around in a mess of human shit, in that very forest. He then asked the group of us who does this?
Who does?
Me.
I’m almost as messy as a storm, almost as messy as Gary’s dog’s face after he rolled in my remnants.
But I digress…
The woods there and the trai…
