I’ve been something of a silver fox for many years now, with the luxurious grey mane being probably my best feature. So it may seem rather incongruous of me that today I followed through on my plan to dispense with this mass of grey hair for the duration of my hike. My lovely wife was terribly nervous about the prospect and, to be fair, I was a little uneasy. However, we went to “His Place,” a great, traditional men’s barber in Ellenton, where Wendell, the proprietor, worked his magic.
The vast majority of my hair was history within seconds, while Wendell, gradually and efficiently, shaved closer and closer to my skin until I was as bald as a baby’s backside. Don’t blink as you watch the time lapse video, as you’ll miss the first 95% of the hair in the first two seconds.
I recognize that I now look like an escaped convict, but I’m sure I’ll appreciate it a few weeks from now when the weather starts warming up and nothing nasty can find a home underneath my hat.
By the way, please check the new page on this site. It is the Last 2,000 Miles and is one I had intended to leave a few weeks, though events have now overtaken me.