OMD Travelogue | Day 389
Crawling out of the tent, I look around. Give thanks that no one else is…
Crawling out of the tent, I look around. Give thanks that no one else is…
Slowing to the town limit of 25 mph, I note the crowds of people. Wonder…
Standing on the platform, we look up as four giant heads carved in stone stare…
I’m forever torn between wanting to nest in the familiar and explore the exciting unknown….
On the one hand I’ve decided that gear (or lack thereof) will not stop me…
It’s hard to believe that one year ago today I had only just gotten a…
Squinting against the sandstorm, we take a breath, run from the house. Slamming the door…
I didn’t grow up camping and besides a few car camping trips hadn’t spent much…