Paradoxiland

Somewhere between spending 74 cents for gasoline and meeting Joseph the full blooded Dine from Arizona, we experience a mish-mash of happenings remniscent of a Salvador Dali painting. A small sampling could sound like A surreal poem juxtaposed to the contours of the map that we follow:

Gifts of hawk feathers drifting down near abandoned firetrucks
Gunshots ringing out from target practice at the local bible camp
Pend d oreille (earing in French) given its true meaning in the reflection of sunshine on a river
Polished arrowheads given as gifts of protection from Joseph who is far from his southern home near the Valley of the Gods
Tanned war vet with dog tags relaxing at the beach after losing legs in Iraq
Berries of all shapes and sizes gifted to the two faeries who we travel with
Butterflies of all shapes and sizes everywhere we go
And kindness from everyone we meet

Each day seems to hold many days within it's boundless moments.
Adventure and love are everywhere