November 17

It hadn't occurred to me until last night in Franklinton that I can cook in motel rooms. It is not the safest thing to do, and I should be evicted if I'm caught at it, but it saves money, and I get the food I need. Today I rode through a huge area that has been devastated by clear cutting, leaving grey soil and the debris of the woods that were demolished. We can, we must, do better than this. So much is ruined by greed.