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.
Inevitable
I fell apart and piece myself back together in a fern-carpeted, moss-draped, tree-shaded forest threaded by a stream.
Bad Ways to Exit a Canyon
This body, the one I’ve hated and mistrusted and treated more poorly than anything else I’ve ever owned – it still worked, and it worked well.
Windblown Wallflower
Funny that something invisible can hold the power to take down - well, really - anything.
Weather Makers
In that moment, I floated like the balloon and like the clouds caught on the atmospheric interruption. In that suspension, I was within my own cloud.