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.
Avalanche Lilies
Why does a flower have more meaning when we know its name? As if identification confers value. As if possession is knowing.
Two Hour Line
I wouldn’t have given this roadside a second’s worth of glance in any other circumstance. But now, I was climbing over the guardrail to get a closer view of the river right next to us.
In Search of Signal
On a logging road with a closed gate with foxgloves rising all around the dirt that had been displaced to make the road, we had found signal in each of our ways.
