Snow. Desert. Seed Library.

On the trail and on the ropes at the Randall Davey House

The year I left my job at Audible, it was Christmas and it was a shock. I mean, if I hadn’t left, I would’ve never had the nerve or time to start this Journal— but I didn’t know that at the time.

For the first time in 22 years, I wasn’t at the ole’ “beck and call,” and I wanted a geographic shock treatment. I wanted to feel a new beginning in my bones.

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