Some of my best stuff. For Pinto, who is free. Cradling that white box in my arms, heavy with the weight of Pinto, I hallucinated a muffled woof as I made my way across the parking lot to my van. Pinto barking in response to the kennel next door, all the dogs clattering at their chainlink. What he would have said, anyway. How could he be dead? What even was death? In the morning I can hear the doves, in.

Just an ordinary dreamer on a journey to self-discovery. I climbed up the next hill over a couple.

Finding my path through the vines. Fund My Pacific Crest Trail Journey. There was trail magic there, muffins, fruits and drinks! Thanks fo.

After the excitement of running my first race ever, the Color me Rad 5k. Day Four, July 6th.

When I hike alone I am truly free.