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.
The Bat at the Window
These mountains are the reason I am here. They are why I've always felt the pressure of a thumb on my chest to exist somewhere with places to put my feet in the dirt and walk and walk and walk.
3 1/2 Feet of Honesty
This sounds mean and maybe it was, but I treated it like a hostile deposition. Answer only the question you’re asked.
Four Loves in Banff
This day held love in fighting, performing, promising, and documenting.
Two Rainbows
Those two conditions mean one thing: there's a rainbow somewhere in the making. My boys are fishing off the dock for rainbow trout, so there are two elusive rainbows in the offing.