We woke before the sun could rise on our cabin in Lewis, New York. The trailhead was a 45 minute drive, and I knew we’d need at least a half hour to pack our bags, quickly smear cream cheese on cheap bagels, and pile into the wagon with our eyes still half-shut. Read more.
Red Rocks Open Space and Garden of the Gods in Colorado
For the longest time and even now, years after your death, you were a mystery. I only knew what you liked and disliked from the one-liners you’d serve up in your stories, but never from the hard conversations you refused to have with us.
Instead, you would let the farm talk for you. Your empathy lived in the creatures who roamed the hills; your sentiment meandered through the trees by way of sunsets. You seemed to keep your emotions at arm’s length and padded by a healthy barrier of wit, but you paved an obvious path to your heart through the winding road that led to your farm. Read more.