7:30 a.m. I wake up. The plan is to pick up Chinese food in Beverly, and have a Chinese Thanksgiving at my mother’s house.
I stay in the tent until around 1:10 p.m. I do a couple videos. I do a video about my support of the Karen Read movement in exposing official corruption, and I intermingle that with the corruption that goes on concerning our unhouse populations.
1:35 p.m. I’ve trekked out of the woods and reached my car. I throw my pack in the car, and I lock the bike to the bike rack. I drive to The Chinese food place and I pick up the Chinese food. When I get to my mother’s house, she has plates and silverware ready. Charlie is excited as always and smells the Chinese food. My mother and I spend some time together for the holiday. My mother feels that I will quit this project before it is finished.
4:00 p.m. My mother leaves for work and I hang around with Charlie and charge my phones.
6:30 p.m. I collect my stuff. My mother is giving me some peanuts to take to the camp. She also gave me some cookies that I shared with Charlie. I drive back out and park my car near the camp area. I bike over to the entrance to the woods and I trek out to my camp. I used an alternate route this time. I want to get used to other options in case one route is untraversable. I actually took the wrong path and got a little lost. It’s dark out, I have to pull out my maps on my phone to get repositioned. I actually like the area on this trail in the woods surrounding it would make a really good camping area. I make a mental note of that. I get back to the correct path and I follow it to my hidden campsite.
8:30 p.m. I’ve laid awake long enough. I shut my phones off. I’m covered in blankets. It’s time to drift off to sleep.
HINDSIGHT: 10/10/2025
It was very unsettling to walk through the woods alone at night. There is a feeling of vulnerability and danger that heightens your mind and senses. Over time I got more used to this routine, but the underlying feeling of never completely left. I actually felt more comfortable once I was in my tent, even though I was more venerable to outside attack while lying and sleeping. I can’t ever completely describe it in words, but it adds substance to my understanding why people are so vigilant. I believe we evolved this way because death was always knocking on our door in nature. Death could come in many forms, deadly predators or poisonous creatures, sickness, natural disaster, or other people.