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.
Rinks and Fossils
Sitting on the locker room floor tying skates onto the players, I felt miles away from the woman who could lay her hands on basically everything she possessed by walking from the camper to the Subaru.
Hoppers of the Grass
Perhaps they’re reluctant to take the stage. Instead, they’re using the percussion of their exoskeletons to give the monologue from behind the curtain.
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.
Navigational Uncertainty
Which is a nice way of saying “lost.” Not for long and with no real consequence, but enough to give the guts a drop.