Maybe I belong here.
The day I gave directions to a local
Tag: Beaver Coach
Sunday on The Mountain
It's the best place we could possibly be...
Let’s try that again
My only objective yesterday was the gas run. That's it.
Alone on The Mountain
The dogs are here with me. Neighbors are around.
We’ve made our bed
I notice this sort of thing.
This lane ends
We're really gettin' down to it here.
Tinkerer’s folly
It killed my buzz, that’s for sure.
Memorably ours
We pulled together what we needed, hopped in the truck and...
We ran out of coffee
I'm pretty sure that a few people are alive today only because...
Ride on.
The sun comes up every day. Rivers run. Seasons change. Each breath is a gift not to be squandered.