It was just my trusty one-year-old Blue-Heeler and Australian Shepherd mix, Maizy, and myself, as we made our way up the winding trail of Moscow Mountain’s West-Twin peak.
Accepting that one day we’ll all be dead frees us from our fears, and helps us to not sweat the small stuff, and unshackles us from the arbitrary strictures of society.
There are some places on earth that can crawl deep into a person’s heart, and inspire an insatiable desire to explore, discover, and be nomadic.
I also wanted to take this time to try and establish some direction to my blog. People often ask me "What is your blog about?" It's a fair question, considering most...