The Winding Northward Road

by Rambling Writer

Day 52

For Luna’s sake, how far away is Los Ambeles?!

I keep walking and walking and walking and walking but it’s STILL a ways ahead of me. Either I’m terrible at judging distances or Los Ambeles is… real real big, and I just thought it was smaller because it’s that far away.

Otherwise, nothing’s really happened yet. Forded a great big river just after lunch. I’m real happy Storm Shelter went and waterproofed my stuff. Not too difficult to swim across, but very wide, and I might’ve had to go hours out of my way to find a place to cross it without soaking everything through.

Officially giving up on finding a rhyme with “Lareindo”. But I still need to write a locative limerick, so I’ll try something else.

There was a Lareindoan mare

Who thought, without one single care,

To cross all the land

Though she didn’t understand

The skills that she’d need out there.

Huh. That… actually sounds pretty good. (Although I don’t know if “Lareindoan” is the right word.) Let’s continue!

When she went, she paid no attention

To the things that everyone mentions

You should take for a hike.

She took no more than she liked,

But it caused her a great deal of tension.

She once was stuck on a cliff

Because she had no way to lift

Herself up or down.

She felt like a clown

‘Cause she didn’t have rope. She was miffed.