“Wes Go!”

“I don’t really have time to say goodbye. Not many even know I’m leaving. Not many even care. And certainly no one knows where I’m truly headed because not even I know that.” “Go Quiet. Shut it all down, Love.” “‘Cept the music.” “Yes, of course.” “Ya know who visited me today in my Dreams?…

Cadence (chapter 12, yellowstone).

“Don’t fall in love with the first cowboy you meet,” warned her Uncle, poking fun as he hugged her goodbye in the Billings Airport in Montana. She hugged him back with a hearty laugh, wrestling with her reading material – Montana, Wyoming, and Bridal magazines that her cousin had picked out for her moments before. She…

Cadence (chapter 10, home).

“From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. I inhale great draughts of space, The…

Reaching an Impasse – The Cul de Sac and the Canadian Border.

Well, the music was turned up and the caffeine went to her head, so one thing led to another, and Lizzy found herself marooned in a cul de sac in the middle of the wilderness and in the midst of one empty cabin after another, staring at her destination across a lake. Canada.

Webs of Crimson

“You have to do this!”, her sister’s scream trailed off through the dust cloud billowing a veil between them. It was too late, her sister had been taken, snatched up before she had a chance to say goodbye. The stone cut like glass shards beneath her skin and the dust, like poison, as she gasped…

HOME.

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.” ~ Melissa Cox He was not only in touch with what ached deep inside, but he also knew how to express it to those few melting hearts that understood. That,…

“It’s Okay, I’m an Engineer!”

… I stopped at a dive bar in a small town in Montana and cow-girled up to the bar, like a bonified Saddle Tramp. Went in for 1 drink and came out with fully loaded, as if it weren’t enough that the entirity of the trip was one enormous, piss-poor decision.

Campin’ On the Dock of the Bay

Harvest Fest & Campin’ on the Dock of the Bay. I went with the ghost hunting crew to the southern tip of MD this weekend for a camping trip. There is a haunted lighthouse on the peninsula. We didn’t make it to the ocean, but our site view was beautiful, as is…so no one minded….