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.
Bent Aspens
Social is not the same thing as connected, but there are parallels. If a creature is capable of thriving amongst its brethren, then what happens when that condition isn’t met?
Windblown Wallflower
Funny that something invisible can hold the power to take down - well, really - anything.
Irregular Shadows
I imagine this is similar to being in what the Celts called a “thin place.” Where the veil between this world and others is smallest. Just like moments of portent, there’s an extra bit of resonance both deep in my chest and prickling on the surface of my skin.