A recent stop (on our trip of never ending stops) had me thinking about a unique kind of memory. One that I want to hold onto forever but fear will slip away. That is the memory of a feeling. Specifically in this case, the feeling of being free in the desert.
On the road we look forward to having people to visit like we look forward to Christmas. It’s weird to say it gets lonely since we always have each other and our stinky dog, but it does. I think it’s part of the human psyche to feel the presence of another by their arrival and leaving. Since Matt and I never leave or arrive, we have … Read More Miss Sacremento
We departed Las Vegas for Tahoe knowing our transmission could go kaput any time. Our route was US 95, the long desert highway. With my weary prone mind, I could see the headline. “Youngish couple goes missing in the desert along with their chubby dog and tiny trailer.”