Chapter 111

My sneakers are getting scuffed and worn, and soon I might have to find tree sap and make minor repairs to make them last, or venture towards the human spots in time, to use what money I have for something longer lasting. I didn’t expect them to give out quite so soon, and in hindsight, I should have brought boots and not these when going off-grid. That’s the only downside to all this. The human part has specific requirements that nature won’t provide unless I get creative. Shoes are not in my skill set, and I’m not sure my human feet could handle the forest floor debris without them. I would have to turn to go any distance and probably pull a thousand pieces of grit and broken wood out of my feet every night. I fill my belly with meat and water and head off, leaving no trace behind me after scattering the remnants of my fire and burying the ash. It’s something my father always ingrained into me, that when you leave a camp, it should bear no evidence you were ever there. We should resp