Part One: Summer Postcard Up in Vermont this summer, at the foot of Ascutney, in the forest where I always go, I arrived to the cabin...

That year, that summer, that vacation we played out there in the cottonwood-- we were young; we had to be brave. Far out on those limbs...

Possibility Here's a poem by a favorite hermit role model. She DWELLS where I have thus far only managed day trips. Maybe I'll move there...