August 02, 2004

The following is a transcript of notes made on July 25, the 11th day of my trek:

We had coffee for breakfast in Port Rowan; I love the little shops in small towns with their cheap and wonderful coffee and their smell of cigarette smoke. Simon can’t stand them, so after my second cup we walked to the lighthouse; we were silent and somber like the weather.

Near the lighthouse, the wind blew savagely and for a moment I felt like the fishmonger I always wanted to be. And we went back to the campsite where I gave him my dirty clothes in exchange for the food and warmth he brought.

Sunday was my day of rest. I slept after he left, and slept again at night near the campfire until the rain awoke me and sent me running to my tent.