from the road

To Montana 059

“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
–Jack Kerouac

To Montana 017


I love that bit of Kerouac (even though I don’t particularly like him as a person). Our leaning forward toward the “next crazy venture” began just over a month ago.

Driving cross country felt like a long, tiring dream. Day after day spent under the sky, watching the land spread out in front of us. We passed windmills, sunflower fields, the tiniest towns and the biggest cities.Each night brought us to a new place, with people to learn from and sunsets to see.

I believe deeply that this country is best experienced from the ground. If we had more time, G & I would have rather taken back roads, but our 90West road trip still provided some beautiful insight into American life. Stop in small towns, eat on the ground, play the best music & stop to take photos; the journey is always worth it.

To Montana 198



giving thanks (these days)



for sunset walks in a labyrinth designed by a lady I love dearly.

for hikes with my father through our mountains.

for veggies and fruit picked straight from the Earth.

for my mama’s quiet smile and hard work as she watches her summer camp thrive.

for my morning runs on the canal, watching the Queen Anne’s lace swirl in the breeze.

& for space to reflect and grow.