Friday, March 26
My stuff is carefully, maybe even artfully, packed in a single backpack. Shorts, shirt, longjohns, disc, cleats, notebook and pencil in a Ziploc sandwich bag, three letters demanding responses, bandanas, shaving kit, sunscreen, knife. The dirty brown sleeping bag is neatly rolled. I must be forgetting something, but I can't for the life of me remember what. Colorado, here we come.