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close to the precipice
Sunday, March 20 2011
We have a friend from the City named Eva who recently bought a house in West Hurley. Gretchen met her through the vegan/animal rights scene and, from the few times we've socialized, I like her. Eva came over this morning for pancakes, but before that, we all took a walk on a moderate-length loop through the forest. It was the first walk of any length I'd taken since the thaw in these forests, and there were a lot of downed trees that needed clearing, though I didn't have the equipment (or time) to do anything about them. Amusingly, Eva manifested a fear of heights in a few places, particularly the Mountain Goat Path, a narrow gently-sloped grade cut into the side of a very steep slope. Later when we went down a path at the top of this same slope, she avoided the path entirely, presumably because it ran too close to the precipice. By now it was late morning and temperatures were still in the low-to-mid 30s Fahrenheit, which is unseasonably cold for this time of year.
With out pancakes, I cooked up some vegan bacon, which I made in the usual way: with lots and lots of vegetable oil. Because of the kosher lessons drummed into her subconscious during her childhood, Gretchen does not eat fake bacon, though (interestingly) both of her parents do.
At some point we gave a tour of the house. My laboratory was a mess (as it has been of late), but at least I'd cleaned up the beer and liquor bottles so as to conceal the fact that I am something of a drunk.
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