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.

Beth Downing 8/27/24 Beth Downing 8/27/24

Sunward

I wish I had the strength to say yes to all the things that could burn me. It’s possible every now and then, but not in the same blazing and fleeting way as these sunflowers: fervently magnificent in their hopefulness.

Beth Downing 7/30/24 Beth Downing 7/30/24

The Blurs

The steaming sand blurs the sea-to-sky horizon. The water floods over my feet, blurring the human-to-earth horizon. There is no cell phone signal so the movement of time has blurred the morning-to-afternoon horizon.

Beth Downing 2/6/24 Beth Downing 2/6/24

A Bird, a Plane, and Their Place

I hope the bird found its way out. I hope I do too, eventually. To get where I was going but also to understand existence in a place you’re not supposed to be. For them, the building. For me, the air.

Beth Downing 1/9/24 Beth Downing 1/9/24

The Middle Distance

Change happens when you’re driving down the freeway and it happens when you’re in the shower and it happens when you put your phone facedown on the counter.

walk with me down the trail

walk with me down the trail walk with me down the trail

Sunward

The Blurs

A Bird, a Plane, and Their Place

The Middle Distance

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walk with me down the trail