I met Mrs. Green only once but she made quite the impression on my 10 year old self. While I was staying with a friend, we took Mrs. Green a bouquet of flowers and in return, she offered us cookies and one of my first ”Ah Ha!” moments. Mrs. Green opened a camel back steamer trunk filled with old photographs, journals, letters and postcards from what was already a long life. She let me rifle through her collection of memories as she told us tales. Her adept storytelling, accompanied by the amazing artifacts of a life lived well, galvanized my attention. I was dazzled and vowed to fill my own steamer trunk.
My sister and I have been car camping together since the summer of 1989. We sometimes head out onto the road for 1000’s of miles without staying at a motel or campground. This was true even when we were driving a compact car. In 2004, Shaunna bought the Honda Element and we have been traveling in luxury ever since.
The following slide show is a visual poem about small roads, living out of a truck, adventure, sisters and The West.
Living in One’s Element






