chapter 33

I pack my things, roll up my furs, and eat some of my dried meats as I encase them in large leaves to get ready to go. Binding and tying everything in and to the backpack with vines I corded yesterday, and drag it all on my back, bouncing the weight up to adjust the straps, and re-acclimatizing to the weight. My sneakers are getting scuffed and worn, and soon I might have to find tree sap and make minor repairs to make them last, or venture towards the human spots in time, to use what money I have for something longer lasting. I didn t expect them to give out quite so soon, and in hindsight, I should have brought boots and not these when going off-grid. That s the only downside to all this. The human part has certain requirements that nature won t provide unless I get creative. Shoes are not in my skill set, and I m not sure my human feet could handle the debris of the forest floor without them. I would have to turn to go any distance and probably pull a thousand pieces of grit and