Numbers for our weekend: Bruce turned 39, our marriage turned 18, we hiked 25 miles, gained 4520 feet in elevation, endured 100 or more stream crossings, 4 thunderstorms, 50 fallen trees, and carried 80 pounds of food, equipment, and water. We reached our limit halfway through yesterday, but marriage is continuous–we chose the loop trail just like we chose each other 18 years ago. And we’ll keep hiking, helping each other cross streams, build shelters, cook meals, and climb mountains, till the last limit of our lives. Happy anniversary!
renewal
For Your 39th: Solitude
celebrating us
with a long walk in the woods
(away from it all)

silence is golden
when resting feet at sunset
(your birthday present)

the breeze reminds me:
i drove twenty-one hours
to find this beauty

better than the beach:
that grin on your face; these views;
hard-earned sore muscles

thank you for crazy–
(the long drive, the longer walk,
another “us” year)



































