For- Baby John In-: Searching

“Sunday. No one came. Baked two loaves. One for the raven, one for myself. The raven ate his. I am saving mine for a visitor. If you are reading this, you are the visitor. The bread is gone, but the oven is still warm if you know how to light it. - Baby John.”

The next morning, I left the paved roads behind. Dorje had drawn a crude X on a napkin: “Follow the stream until it splits into three. Take the middle one. Do not take the left one—that’s just a goat’s grave.” Searching for- Baby john in-

There is a specific kind of madness that travel breeds. It is the obsession with the phantom. The quest for a place that might not exist, or a person who was never there. “Sunday

And if you smell sourdough in the thin air, just above the treeline? Don’t run. Say hello. Baby John is still baking for visitors. Have you ever gone searching for a place that didn’t exist on any map? Tell me about your phantom quest in the comments below. One for the raven, one for myself

But then I saw it.

Searching for “Baby John” in the Hills of Himachal