Time Well Spent

      Four years ago today, my wife and I began a journey, a long walk north that has influenced us every day since. Here's to long wal...

     The flames from the fire dance back and forth with the slightest ebb and flow of the night air. It’s not even a breeze per say, bu...

           Clouds begin to appear, ever so slightly revealing themselves just beyond the next ridge line. In what was once an ocean bl...

                 As the sunlight makes its way to my face, I can see my breath as it leaves my mouth and slowly rises into the crisp...

           We make our way along the New River's bank, cautiously stepping from one boulder to the next. Bundles of driftwood and d...

     A light fog slides its way in and out of the river’s gorge, drifting through the trees and then down to the water’s surface.    We pus...

      I pull the strap through the buckle, tightening down the last bit of equipment into the raft. I check my gear once more . . . c...

     Sitting with oars in hand, our 18ft. raft holding 23 days worth of gear begins to pick up speed. All I can do is wait. The roar bel...

     Could I ever grow tired of a sunset, that mystical end to each day? Could it ever loose its awe, its peace? The last rays of sunlight...