Days 4 - 6: After a refreshing couple days spent celebrating my father-in-law's birthday, catching up on laundry, and grabbing some groceries, we are back on the road! I know it might seem odd to go back to Independence when we technically had moved past it, but I simply had to try a tour from… Continue reading Pioneer Camping Grounds and Stops
A full day of jumping off spots, historical sites, camping areas, and trail ruts.
Visiting the Gateway of the West, and Arrow Rock, MO.
Day 1: Driving from VA to St. Louis. By car, not steamboat, with a celebratory stop at a distillery.
Have you ever heard of a "practice" camping trip? Yeah, me neither. But my husband insisted that it was necessary. When he first suggested this abominable plan in January, gently noting that I hadn't set foot in a tent in almost two decades and insinuating it might be better to know how to set up… Continue reading Camping Practice: Part One
I stopped, gasping for breath, gaping up at the sky in complete, utter wonder. No one would ever believe me. So no one but my diary learned about that moment for many years. I was ten or eleven. My family and a few others were walking back to the ranch after visiting the large garden… Continue reading Everyday Idylls
When I exited the house that night, I slipped into my car, and unfolded the check I had been handed for a night of babysitting. And then I leaned my head against the steering wheel, and I wept. Making it in college is rarely easy. I had moved across the country, to a state where… Continue reading Hope and Storytelling
There was another family who had also built a cabin in the middle of the woods. I remember precisely one thing about them. They had goats. You know that feeling when you bite into a piece of soft, creamy goat cheese? You let the pungent flavors soak in on your tongue, closing your eyes as… Continue reading Goats and Progress
Before our neighbors put a well in, one of our main sources of water when we lived in the woods was the stream that flowed across our driveway. We didn’t know there was a stream across the driveway when we put it in, but as soon as rain hit, it ran as heavily as if… Continue reading Drawing Water and Mourning Doves
In honor of my inaugural post featuring a story from my childhood, it is a particularly long one - more of a story than an anecdote, but also one of our favorite memories to retell. I hope you enjoy this glimpse into my previous life! No one was to go out alone at night. Adult… Continue reading Attack of the Bear