Take a hike

I don’t know what to say. Seems pretty goddamn hopeless. I took a walk with Woody. I like walking behind him in the woods. I realized this somewhere in the Smokies—that I walk different, because I’m walking behind him. His entire being is focused on the walk. He sniffs the ground, sniffs piles of leave, sniffs tree trunks, and sniffs bushes like he’s sc…