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.
Falling & Failing
You’re afraid of falling and you’re afraid of failing. The difference is the “i” and that difference is how much of yourself you bring into the uncontrolled process of meeting the ground.
How to Cry in the Mountains
You scatter pieces of your confidence over the slopes, tucking them between trees and underneath the pillowy white powder. Everything you’ve worked so hard to believe about yourself is flaking off and settling on the side of the mountain.
Away We Stay: Always Wanted To
It’s the ghost of my past self every time I hear someone say they’ve wanted to do that because I agree. It took a momentous global event and drastic change in circumstance and still, there are hundreds of places our trips could died in the water. The idea could have sunk to the bottom of the lake that holds all my regrets in cold stasis.
Away We Stay: Bathymetry
What does knowing the depths actually tell us? Would a map of the curves of my own soul, including the shallows and the dark bits, help me navigate the surface with any more grace? Would the cartographic process bring me to an understanding?