walk with me down the trail
walk with me down the trail
For two years, we lived in a tent trailer while traveling the American West. To document the kind of adventure I’d never have again, I wrote our stories.
We’ve left the RV life for now, but these weekly vignettes still explore adventure’s ups and downs, our relationship with the outdoors, the wonderful disaster of parenting, and the struggle to catch lightening in the creative bottle.
Bent Aspens
Social is not the same thing as connected, but there are parallels. If a creature is capable of thriving amongst its brethren, then what happens when that condition isn’t met?
Honey Wash
I even said it to myself out loud in the shower, it won’t last. Putting on my pajamas, eating breakfast, it won’t last, embedding sweat onto the seat of the car after a few hours on the trail. Don’t enjoy it too much because then the missing it will be worse.
The Slow and the Fast
Slow. I yell it, please slower. The fear is an amoeba sitting on my chest, coating my hands and tongue.
Fast. My descent feels so swift past all the moves I just made, zipping by all the places I thought I couldn’t go higher.
Bisons & Bullets
On a hill on an island with fewer than two hundred people on it, there was a sculpture of a bison with holes in it.