The gullible, the malicious, the uninformed have always been with us. Like viruses or bacteria, they lived among us.

Here we are. The first day of another era in the history of my blog I write each day in the morning light, or dark depending on the time of the year. I should probably give it more thought, take more time, but this is what I’ve done for the last ten years.

Unsettled. That’s the best way to describe my recent feelings. About life, about writing, about everything. I’m unsure when it started. Maybe it was when I looked at my readership analytics and saw the size of my audience. Small. Tiny even.

It feels nice when the air of the day you greet is sweet and cool as it is this morning. It gives you hope that softer weather is on the way.

All the old swallow nests are down. Seven. I spent more time on a tall ladder than my doctor would approve. But I was careful. And isn’t that what everyone says after they fall off a ladder.

I took down most of the old swallow nests yesterday. Washed the wall. Swept away the debris. Today I’ll do the back porch. I’m done with swallows. Next season they’ll need to find a new home.

Pete Rose and Kris Kristofferson died and for some reason I thought I’d write about them, one or the other. But I started down the Rose rabbit hole and finally decided that I didn’t really have much to say.

As I’ve started studying the geology of the lands I hike, I’ve really come to love the size and the scope of the story I see.