Wyoming, halfway. An essay about my time here so far.
On takeoff, I saw these two people hold hands from across the aisle on a very small airplane. This poem is birthed from that image.
A bullet list of what I learned after a rough week of trying to ski for the first time. I had to put my ego aside for sure.
I thought I was going to do well at skiing. I didn’t. Here’s what I learned.
I’m here in Colorado and the scene is beautiful with snow capped trees and roofs. We are staying in a lodge with a buffalo theme, which I suppose is appropriate because the buffalo like snow. I think. I’m not sure, I think I saw that in a Yellowstone picture once. We come to these vacations […]