Angeliska:
This little frog got very cold and curled up tight on the porch. I wish he would like in my coat pocket. It's warm in there.
Angeliska:
I come from a long line of cowgirls. This is my great-aunt Ruth. She and my grandmother used to ride horses to teach in small rural Texas schoolhouses. I have a lock of her hair in a bottle my aunt Ruth (her namesake) gave me recently.
Angeliska:
And yet I refuse to give up the ghost. Ladies and gentlemen, this is what happens when a hurricane eats all your shoes & you only wear one pair of boots for a year or so. These trusty vintage Luccheses were gifted to me after Katrina, in very good shape.
Angeliska:
Last night I slept on a cot in the room where my mother died, in the house where my great-grandmother & my grandparents lived. Family place, ancestral home. The tap-roots burrow deep to find the water under the rocky soil here.
Angeliska:
Note to self for future adventures: when one has lost the trail, it is unwise to think that climbing up & over a mountain in the dark is a viable solution. Because it totally isn't. Holy shit, I'm alive & back at my camp. I love trails, fires, & my unbrok