For someone with my addiction to constant motion, I sure seem to have a problem with change. For the past year, you might have noticed a drop-off in posts here. It’s not for lack of material. I didn’t know what it was, actually, until a few things recently made it clear. Life doesn’t always keep up with the pace of the story we’re trying to tell about ourselves.
After six months worshipping at the feet of Lake Superior, we’ve begun our initiation rite: a three-day, 30-mile pilgrimage along the most iconic shoreline stretch of the Upper Peninsula.
Bryan builds a fire the way ranchers herd cattle, the way generals study a map, the way God created the earth.
People used to ask me all the time when I’d settle down. Read more
Susan and Ellen have never been called “badass” before–they had to ask us whether we meant it in a good way. (When we said it was good, they high fived.)
Fellow nomads, meet Neil and Jen. Read more
Behind the Halloween mask is our new friend Rick, a man of many talents.