It is a glorious Friday morning at Falcon Ridge. I've put down the tarp where I will sit for four hours this afternoon listening to emerging artists. I've bathed, as much as you can call splashing water from a broken solar shower on one's self bathing. I've had some breakfast and am charging up devices. Soon I will go for my morning hack.

Yesterday was a quiet day until the afternoon. Kim left her ticket at home so I drove back to Woodbridge to get it and to have a long talk with Mairead. I filled her in on my journey. When we got back we listened to music at the lounge. There was some great singing and a strong social justice component.

I checked my email and found a message about the next step on this journey. More on that later.