Skinny finished up the meal that Boris had served him, there was nothing like a big meaty bowl of porridge and Boris was the best cook on this side of the pass. The meal was followed by some maple pastries and an hour more of socializing before Skinny said good night and headed back toward the Truck Road.
It was almost summer and the daylight lasted well into the evening giving Skinny a chance to admire the farm as he walked back to his motorcycle. It was a long walk, but well worth it to visit a good friend and see the workings of the farm and forest once again.
Skinny had time to wonder that maybe he was spending too much time indoors working in the IT department of his company and for the University. Maybe it was time to take an extended vacation, not that he wanted to take up the wild life, but to reestablish his connections to the environments in this biome that had all of the things he needed to survive.
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