Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain I seek relief in the trail and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn my cares fall from me - I am happy.
I did not think that I was angry but clearly anger was reflected in my writing. I did not think that I had been affected emotionally but it was clear from my writing that I was still very emotional about the trial some six months after it ended.
