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: Songs of The Road
Birdsong can be louder than engines. Focus is the instrument that amplifies the lovely and dampens the constant hum of commerce. It is possible to hear the thing that fills and silence the thing that doesn't.
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.
Away We Go
I felt like I was sailing directly over the edge Thelma-and-Louise style but after each cliff was another, no bottom to be found. So we took to the road.