August 14th: After a bike accident

As I walk up to the cabin after my usual evening walk down by the river, I see Squirrel eating while sitting on the front porch. "Thanks for the day-old pizza crust, Al, this stuff is the best."

"Sure, glad you like it."

"Yikes," he says, pointing at the bandage on my right wrist, "what happened?"

"Nothing major, I'm just not as good a dirt bike rider as I thought I was. One moment I'm riding along, thinking I have everything under control, handling a few small jumps and tricky maneuvers here and there, and then a moment later I'm laying on the ground, wondering what happened."

"Broken?"

"No, it's just a little wounded, like my pride. But I'll be back out there soon. Everything is so beautiful here I just have to go back outside again and again."