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.
Away We Stay: Firsts
You know that moment when you know you're going to have to do something really, desperately unpleasant? And you know that it's going to suck and that you're actively making the choice to do the sucky thing? But you also know that if you don't, something awful is going to happen and you'll rue the day when you had the choice whether or not to do the sucky thing?
Away We Go: Three P.M.
Out loud to him I say, I so agree. This is the hardest part of the day. I sigh, hoping that breath counts for yoga so I can cross that one off too.