Category: From the Field


Meandering to Mexico

I was lying in a grove of willow trees that sparkled with dancing fire flies. Above me was a black velvet sky aflame with stars. A symphony of cicadas and frogs lulled my mind as they competed with the gentle hiss of waves lapping on sand. I could have…


The First Leg: Atchison to Tulsa

Seven days ago I woke up 300 miles from where I now sit to my alarm buzzing in my ear. I rolled over and groaned, slapping the alarm for a few extra minutes of sleep. After a few moments, however, I opened my eyes with a jolt. Today I was leaving for S…