THE REST OF NOVEMBER, 2021

I managed to bag the local highpoint 128X, as I then still believed that I had a drivers license. The DMV finally told me that my license was suspended, and I made appeals to no end. Being a law-abiding citizen, I couldn't drive my own car. I had to pay delivery fees to get food, and used the online delivery services. Resigned to the end of my life as I had it, I even offered to sell my car cheap.

By a miracle, I found a provider to resolve my problems, and he'd sign me off for my license. Just in time to drive to a casino for a Thanksgiving turkey dinner, I was saved. Now able to drive my car legally, I had to get medicine. With a local bus strike, I couldn't get to anywhere without high costs. I had various problems to deal with the local pharmacy, and finally I got served by the superstore pharmacy. I had food at home, being frugal with stocks of groceries to prepare for my past situation, but also now back to the organic buffet at the business, with my car, again.

I realized that I had no true friends, or anybody who could care less about me and my dilemma. I had offered salary for help, even just to drive my car and me to services, but nobody. Again, I had neighbors who refused even to communicate further, and all wouldn't lift a finger, even as I was refused for even a million dollars. I don't have wealth or riches, but even if I did, I'd be refused.

All in the old enviro hiking club would almost never help, and now they don't hike or even care to chat about old times. I got hundreds to the summits and back, safely and successfully, but nothing in return, ever. I took so many passengers to distant destinations, cheaply and generously, but many are now dead, and refuse ever to look me up. I love to hike and peak bag, but not even for money is there anyone to ever join me.

With my car again, I resumed with my daily life, but my mood and energy levels precluded my peak or bump bagging. Now coming to winter, the trails do get muddy and I just have to survive. I had become so depressed back a few years ago, just to get to the computer every day to check my messages. Last year, I had my fun in Las Vegas, and often looked back at my photos and videos. This gave me hope, as I bagged peaks and dined so well, all to be posted on my website.

With costs to be incurred by such forced inconvenience, I had cancelled my software subscriptions, so I wasn't so easily enabled for webwork. Not one message from anybody about the absence of posts, and my software tells me that near no one ever visits anymore. I posted tons of information, even for the same day, with conditions, but it looks to be a complete waste of time.

Most people hate hiking, let alone peak bagging, and they distrust me and my works, or are just plain disinterested. I've offered free rides, free meals, free lodging, even free money, but nada, always. It appears that hikers and travelers would rather be dead than ever chat with me, or ever read what I have posted.

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