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This morning we left the goat farm and trounced back to the transient home we seek in nature. It is difficult leaving certain companionship and right angled rooms behind for wide-open and windy mountains lined with fading footprints. It is difficult to leave behind duck eggs and goat milk. But the less we have is the less we have to worry about. To ween ourselves away from our former home in a rusting camper, Rally and I made our beds tonight under crude lean-to by a stream, which is a lonely triangle of a truck frame and barn siding.