February 5th, 2020 | by Michele Bigley
So far on this trip, I’d crafted meals in dozens of campsites, on the site of the road, and even through a hailstorm while a red fox watched where my scraps fell, so the parking lot of a mini-mart wasn’t that far of a stretch.
September 14th, 2018 | by Anna Doogan
In the remote mountains of Georgia, I slowly watch my knee swell to the size of a baseball. It’s red
October 5th, 2015 | by Sophie Wyndam
Driving to Yosemite. It’s Saturday early morning. We left in the middle of the night because how can you sleep