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.
Navigational Uncertainty
Which is a nice way of saying “lost.” Not for long and with no real consequence, but enough to give the guts a drop.
Desert Avocados
Every bite she would look up and study the pictures. Bite, look, bite, contemplate, until the shell was empty. After a week of camping in the desert, the sight of this was refreshing. I'm uncertain why.
Oh, The Light
The foggy clouds from the valley have marched up to here. I am inside of them, these clouds that have touched the pine trees and the deeply fallen untracked snow and the weasels darting between the tree trunks and the icicles hanging from the craggy rocks.