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 Slow and the Fast
Slow. I yell it, please slower. The fear is an amoeba sitting on my chest, coating my hands and tongue.
Fast. My descent feels so swift past all the moves I just made, zipping by all the places I thought I couldn’t go higher.
The Brace Cabinet
I think I’ll get a china cabinet but instead of grandma’s crystal, I’ll display all the protective devices. I won’t need to worry about dusting them because I’m certain they’ll be used enough not to gather any.
Up the Water Spout
The rock I just spent an hour observing as not so bad, not too steep - now it is pretty bad and the pitch is quite steep.