At An Angle

Tilted at a 25-degree angle shooting conflicting messages to our brains, we were stumbling, bumping and falling. Oh, did I mention snorting, chortling and laughing—this passage is always a thrill.

Hitting the Road

Hitting the Road

Fruits are swelling, nuts are falling…we’re still rolling and growing and sometimes falling. We’ve been at it for four days out of the five, the fourth day an imposed day of rest due to the downpour. It’s a means of … Continue reading