52 miles from Detroit Lakes to Fargo. Wet wet miles.

I resume my trip making miles across the hills of Minnesota.

All the days you’ve missed, wrapped up in one little bow.

The codes that bind us and their dire consequences. A reflection.

A fine day before all hell breaks loose.

The heartache of feeling naked and alone, unable to ask for help.

You can’t always get where you want, but if you try some time, you just might find yourself in North Judson.

Sixty plus wet miles across the Indiana prarielands.

Hey, sometime things don’t work out like you expect… that doesn’t mean quit, right?

An unexpected but needed rest with new friends before setting off on the next leg.

Finding help when it all goes to shit.

From the horse lands to an unplanned tour. Day 2 is complete.

Robverb 6:4 - “Thou shalt take the effing picture”

The day before the day before the trip begins in earnest.