APRIL: 86 days and counting… An email from my leasing company forces some decisions I’m not 100% sure I’m ready to make. The finish line is in sight, but is that really a good thing when the end of this sprint means the beginning of a marathon?

“Hey Siri? Why are barns red?” I ask as Rollsbud and I trundle down a long road somewhere in southeastern New York.

A solo female hiker takes a dip in a remote pond in the Adirondacks. What could possibly go wrong? Perhaps she’s not as alone as she thinks…