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.
An Ordinary Loop
There is evidence I was here but it is scant. My presence has been filled in, my edges have been smoothed. I am a bare memory.
Are You Moving?
The mountains didn’t answer so instead he asked me. I was there to say no my dear, don’t worry. You are moving, I am not.