Masks can be captivating, carefully crafted, camouflaged caricatures of what’s shown to the world… but can the eyes truly reveal the depth of one’s soul?
“I love my boots. I love my boots. I love my boots.” The mantra reiterates in my brain as I gingerly search for footholds amongst boulders and rubble. No track, but a creek bed.
Up before the crack of dawn with travel mug in hand. Heater pumping inside the laden Ute. Sleep rubbed from eyes while completing the final mental-check-list. And it was a moment of silence before the adventure begins. Continue reading “Was it worth it?”