I finally after walking for about an hour back tracking a little found a nice place to set up and get some writing done. It was really windy so the typewriter worked better than my notepad in this case. I was planning on using my typewriter anyways but it just so happened... Anyways I thought to myself after a little while that if someone somehow was walking the same path that I was off of and heard the clacking of a typewriter they would of thought I was insane for sure. There was no one though that was out that day and I am now wanting to go back out later on and do some more poetry and writing. I think it will be a great plan for even later on when it warms up a bit to go out and do some nice peaceful writing in the woods. Call me crazy but in a tiny house with six people anyone would die to find a place like that to write.