An AT-widow's version of Day 1

First message I got from Judd was a text Sunday morning in response to my text Saturday night:


                                                                I just got home (and found your hot sauce.)  Pole pole. (*)
                                                                          (me)

Yup. Can you call Tim and tell him we're not planning
on being at the closing August 5.
          (Judd)


All that tells me is he found a hill with cell service. Did he find water?   Did he hang his food up away from that mother bear and cub he saw yesterday?  Did he catch any fish now that he's packing a rod? Did he sleep in a lean-to or in his cocoon?  i.e. his hammock where the screen and /or rain fly envelope him and he dangles a foot off the ground all night.

hammock practice in the garage this spring

* = sorry (in Swahili)