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.
Up the Water Spout
The rock I just spent an hour observing as not so bad, not too steep - now it is pretty bad and the pitch is quite steep.
If The Sky Turns Green
If I come back and my lights are on, you need to get to the bathrooms quick,” said the Park Ranger. He was talking to us out the window of a twenty-year-old truck, the bed containing an assortment of shovels, rakes, dented buckets, and hay.
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.
Away We Stay: Suspension
Even more than trusting the constancy of the solar system, is the trusting of their bodies - the confidence in connective tissue to move the way it has many times before. The recognition that it's best to just let loose (ish). It turns out the only way to fly again is to unfurl.