On a good weekend you will find us somewhere in a National Park. Three boys, one car, and whatever we remembered to pack.
I grew up in San Francisco. I live in Florida now, which is flat and warm and nothing like the place I learned to look at.
Mountains keep showing up in what I write. I do not think that is an accident.
I bring a notebook and mostly do not open it. That is fine. The looking is the part that ends up on the page.
