"Walked for three hours in a pair of shit boots not knowing where I was and ran through the woods til my feet blistered. Stopped at a spring for a cold shower. Feeling hot and nice and pleased with myself. I got to the top and thought about Ray and Japhy in the Dharma Bums, when they are talking and arguing about the fact you can’t fall off a mountain. It’s impossible. Sitting here with zero clothes on and the view and peaks for miles and the giant ants and the mad wind."
Jenny Browne will be submitting poems every Tuesday from now on. Continue to check back to see her work and her continuing poems in the Los Anchos series.