I’m just home from the backcountry of Utah where I was on a jaunt and a shoot with a pair of girls I am blessed to call friends. It was a wild old trip. The night sky gave me vertigo. The canyons blew my mind. Carrying a 60ish pound pack (which was, in part, 9L of filtered water) didn’t kill me, it just made me stronger. The 45mph boat wreck we survived on the Colorado River on our way back to civilization gave me a gentle case of whiplash (wish I could say I’m joking, but I’m not). When I wasn’t perishing of thirst I felt like I was starving to death. It was a proper adventure, the whole thing, from start to finish. I always say it’s the most dire times that make the best stories and I look forward to writing out the official story of this trip.
I keep telling myself this, these days, “It’s a hell of a life.” Because it is, my friends, it is. There’s really no other way to word it.
We’re now finished with a batch of renovations at our little abode and will be listing the house for sale quite soon. I have mixed feelings about it. This has been such a wonderful home for us but there is more life calling and we want a bigger patch of land to call our own. I have to leave again on Wednesday for Wyoming where I’ll be working hard with my camera on a fairly exciting project — one of my biggest and most official jobs yet, as a photographer — wish me luck! Once home again, I’ll be able to fit one more week of work into the studio here before I begin to pack everything up for our move to the Methow Valley for the duration of the fire season. After that, everything is grey matter. We don’t know where we’re going, we don’t know where we’ll be living next winter and life details will shake out as they do. If I’m even harder than usual to get ahold of between now and June it’s because I’m dug up, dangling in thin air with my roots exposed to the wind and sunshine.
I hope you’re all well. Spring, here, has been such a hoot!