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.
Desert Avocados
Every bite she would look up and study the pictures. Bite, look, bite, contemplate, until the shell was empty. After a week of camping in the desert, the sight of this was refreshing. I'm uncertain why.
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.
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.
