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.
Already Ridden It
Maybe that's the most beautiful thing about having "already ridden it". That it frees you up to see the unexpected things that happen rather than gripping the handlebars so tight and memorizing the tread on your front tire.
Bad Ways to Exit a Canyon
This body, the one I’ve hated and mistrusted and treated more poorly than anything else I’ve ever owned – it still worked, and it worked well.
Windblown Wallflower
Funny that something invisible can hold the power to take down - well, really - anything.
The Fruited Desert
The town was originally called Junction, but a place that holds improbability should have a little more zing. It’s a rare example of good rebranding.