My Ass Hurts

On the one hand, I’m delighted to be so far away from home and that is all I’ll say, on the other my pony and I are collapsing. His name this week is Chet. Fortunately found water. The rule here is to camp at least a half kilometer away from water and if they catch you more jail. Crap. So we’re camping, and my documents are now rhythmically safe. Chet loves the burrwort buches, I get biscuits and four day old fruit and the water. Thank you Helvetian Federation for your invention s, you manage to suck all the flavor form the water but it’s clean. Chet’s is snoring, flat as a pancake but the stars are beautiful, seems to be a creaked up toward the mountains not far. Looked like it today. Ruhe sanft, Chet. Blerkh.