It took me a few tentative tries to walk quickly over the Ed Gulley Memorial Bridge to our back woods, Fate zipped along like a rabbit, as she always does. Fate is fearless in any kind of geography, she was across the bridge in a microsecond.

Yesterday, Mr. Gulley himself came by and brought a Meditation Bench, which we hope to use tomorrow. It was pretty chilly today, we bought a bolt cutter and will start chopping up our unwanted and unauthorized steel hunting stand tomorrow. We have a taker, Brian from the hardware store would like it, he is an accomplished hunter and we are happy to give it to him.

We have to get it apart first. Red was wary of the bridge, but is getting used to it. We brought clippers and opened up the new path a bit, Maria has a plan to get me up into the hills more easily, so I can mediate there when she is in India – the trip is one week away.

With the raging stream, our woods seem like an island, it feels like a very different place when we get out there. The bridge is holding up beautifully.

Ed is doing well, I got an e-mail from George in West Virginia today, he told me he loved Ed Gulley’s blog and my blog, but since he was busy, he decided to go with Ed’s blog and dropped mine.  He just loves cows, said George. Go for it, I suggested. Good for Ed, but I told him if this continues, we will have to talk.

I am proud of Ed, his blog deserves every reader he can get.