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.
The Damn Bridge
Onward. I take fifty audibly squishy steps and then glance towards the river, and laugh out loud.