While hiking, I had the most beautiful, open conversation with Claudio, both of us struggling to converse in the other’s native tongues, but nevertheless trying our best. Between my broken Italian, his (fabulous imo) English, and both our expressive gestures, we talked about politics, life, future goals, and the environment. To this day I can’t quite remember every word that passed between us, but I can remember the fulfilling, entirely uplifting weight in my heart and soul. It was unlike any conversation I ever had, and probably will ever have. There was no way to try and bullshit each other; we didn’t have the ability to even try.
What I do also remember, though again more the feeling then the physical words, was learning about a site of ruins we came across on our hike. Hearing Claudio speak so deeply about the history of these hills, a place where he grew up as a young boy and later worked to bring supplies to other likeminded people, was an experience in and of itself. Read More
Last month on our way back to Wisconsin, mom and I drove through Badlands National Park. I don’t have enough words to express how otherworldly it felt to be out in the true middle of nowhere, hardly more than two or three cars around us. Read More
Looking at posts and photos from a year ago, I was reminded of our wonderfully magical drive home form last summer’s road trip.
Road tripping is always a bittersweet thing; you start with so much hope and excitement for what is ahead of you and as the days progresses, that excitement never dwindles, but instead, your heart begins to long for home.
By this point, even though I would've loved nothing more than to take a month and drive around, I think my body knew it was ready for home; for a familiar bed and familiar faces. As we left Conner Prairie, all that was between us and our driveway was a stretch of highway longer than we could see. Passing through central Indiana, we were blessed with the most beautiful and surreal sunset. If you look, you can see individual "fingers" stretch out as the sun bid us adieu. Read More
Can you believe that October is just about done?! Neither can I. I swear I was just counting down the days until summer ended and now my favorite month is wrapping up. At the beginning of the season I was pursuing Pinterest looking for the perfect autumn to-do list. (I must have pinned at least three.)
We'd been planning a trip to a corn maze for the last few weeks, but our schedules are always all over the place. We finally had a day—not to hot, not to cold—where we could spend the afternoon at Skelly's, an incredibly well known farm market complete with not one, but two corn mazes!, a pumpkin patch, warm drinks, and absolutely scrumptious apple cider donuts. Read More
In our last hurrah of the trip, we visited Conner Prairie, a historically preserved 1830's Indiana settlement. I wasn't quite sure what to expect before we got there but it was so much more than I could've hoped for! We started the tour by visiting an old farm site where breeds of sheep and goat that would have been originally farmed by locals ran free. Several very large ewe walked around the barn and we were free to sink our hands into their glorious wool.
What I loved the most was that these people (actors, historians, what have you) were dedicated to their craft. They were't twiddling around, but were actually creating art with their own hands. The blacksmith really twisted and morphed metal into practical work pieces; the woodworker sharpened his blades and went about building axe handles; the potter was on her wheel crafting a set of bowls. Each small detail allowed you to slip back into time, when life was far more difficult yet seemed that much simpler. Read More