8:00 a.m. My ex and I wake up at her apartment. She has to work at 11:00 a.m. We spend some time together and we both leave at the same time. We say our goodbyes, and I head to my mother’s house.
11:00 a.m. I arrived at my mother’s house. I stopped on the way to visit a friend. I plan on doing some swamp exploration before the rain becomes too serious. I have my boots and I bring my poncho. I spent some time with my mother and Charlie, and then I trek out into the swamp. While I’m out there it begins to rain. The poncho doesn’t do a good job of keeping me completely dry and I worry about my devices getting wet. At some point someone had been shooting out here. Otherwise it’s relatively secluded.
3:30 p.m. Once I’ve seen enough, I trek out of the swamp. I head back to my mother’s house and help her unload groceries.
5:30 p.m. I leave my mother’s house and I drive back to my camp. I stop at the grocery store and get some candies and some drinks. I park my car in the usual spot. I walk to my camp in the rain. I really enjoy being in the tent and listening to the rain splatter on the tarps. I make it an early night and I’m asleep around 8:30 p.m.
HINDSIGHT: 10/13/2025
My mothers house, the whole neighborhood actually, is right next to a large swamp in Hamilton Massachusetts. In the middle of that swamp there is a large island called Turkey Island. I’m guessing they call it Turkey Island because there were a lot of turkeys there back in the day. I can imagine people in their colonial get up shooting the poor birds for dinner. The neighborhood where my mother lives is an old Methodist Camp community turned year round Christian haven. I grew up in this swamp, the place has the feel of a Steven King Novel. It’s as if the swamp itself is a living entity.