She wanted to go 90 miles per hour and explore every grain of sand the park contained.
Sandy Puppy Toes
Breathing in Fort Davis
Your illness is just one of many facts that make up your life.... and you are so much more than just your illness.
Big Bend Little Bus
I said screw it and proceeded to squeeze through the 'lil gap I had. Lets just say its a good thing my side mirrors aren't any lower.
Breathing Deep Underground
Her eyes got as big as saucers and she wanted to make absolutely sure I wanted to go down there.
Little Llano Park
We saw a small herd of axis deer. Which... let me tell yuh, are a lot smaller than our Hoosier white tails.
Hotel on a Hill
Helloooo... San Antooooniooooo, Texaaaaas. Local of my reason for visiting the Lone star state. I had originally planned to jump in Midna and drive west until I hit the Pacific. I've seen the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic each several times, but this huge body of water has never had my toes dipped in... Continue Reading →
Which way Chip?!?!
Sooooo, after a self guided tour of Waco. Full of exploration, discovery, and several miles traveled in the wrong direction... I found the Magnolia silos.
Sputtering to the start
So I've had my second hand lungs for just a little over 8 months and my second hand bus for just a little over a week. And I gotta tell yuh... this is not where I saw my life ever being when I daydreamed as a kid. But I have to admit that even with... Continue Reading →
New Lungs, old bus…
Sooo... I've not updated this blog for a couple months now. Not because anything has gone wrong (Thank the Lord). Nor because I've lost interest in it. But mainly because I didn't want to feel like I was repeating myself. I am truly thankful to everyone involved with saving my life along with all those... Continue Reading →
Borrowed Breaths 