Later that afternoon I suggest we go on a hike. Explore the surrounding area and get a start on Seth’s research.
“Why don’t you go ahead?” he says, stirring the last of the powdered creamer into another cup of coffee. Maybe I should go to town instead, do the full grocery shop today instead of the next day, as planned.
“I’m going to do some writing,” he adds. Seth has his laptop open in front of him on the small kitchen table, but as I walk by to grab one of our water bottles, I see video thumbnails on the screen from stuff we filmed before leaving Ann Arbor.
“I thought this was why we were here? For you to get lost in a ‘hostile natural environment.’” I use air quotes, for there is nothing hostile about the forest today. The sun shines brightly, and the air is warm and dry, filled with choirs of songbirds and
