Outward bound.

There is something so special about the day before departure: the point of infinite potential, the pendulum at the top of its swing, the inhale before the rest of your life. I’m off to Peru at the break of dawn and am beyond thrilled and eternally grateful for...

Flagstaff.

Now, how many lifetimes has it been since I’ve even thought about this blog thing? Several, to say the least. I usually think of this as a travelogue, so here’s a picture of the train. To remind us that, even if you’re living in one place for three...