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Novel: Elliott’s Name Is Elliott
Short Story Collection: “Elements”

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I haven't shared this one in a while. It's a story I wrote that was inspired by a friend, an old-fashioned hunter, trapper, homesteader living on the Olympic Peninsula. The old way of living is both admirable and daunting. The skills our forebears possessed are still among us, but in fewer and fewer numbers. This is a story about family relationships, about man's relationship to nature, and also our relationship to that which came before us, and is still around us in ever more ephemeral ways. It's all still out there, though, if you reach out and choose to see it. Copy this link to read: https://animalliterarymagazine.com/2017/05/01/2215/ #nature #outdoors #stories #fiction #reading #amreading #writing #amwriting #trapping #washington #olympicpeninsula #mountainlions #cougars #magicalrealism #horror

Even when I lived the city life years ago in Los Angeles, I travelled a lot. Yes, I liked to be new places and learn and explore. And, yes, I needed time away from LA. But I didn't seem to care where I travelled, and it made me wonder about myself. Why did I enjoy travel so much? Why did I not care who I travelled with or where we went or if I went alone? I realized I loved to travel because I liked who I was at those times. I took obstacles in stride, I found the adventure, I threw away plans when they ceased to make sense. I took suggestions, I talked to strangers, and I took even the hard times as part of the trip. I was a good traveller. And then I realized I didn't need to leave home to be a good traveller every day of my life. #travel #nomads #rvlife #rvliving #fulltimervers #happiness #life #adventure #freedom

What bowfishing actually looks like. It's intense, y'all. #fishing #bowfishing #amfishing #outdoors #nature #herefishyfishy #womenwhofish #hunteranglerrver #rvliving #travel #nomads #fulltimerver #southdakota #missouririver #yankton #archery

Taking an afternoon coffee break and diving into the beans we ordered. We bought these special to celebrate our decision on where we'll be spending the summer of 2019. Can you guess where we'll be?? #camp4coffee #coffeetime☕ #coffee #coffeebeans #rvlife #fulltimervers #nomads #travel #summer2019 #rvliving

One year ago, we rolled our way into South Dakota. We spent those first weeks exploring the Black Hills, seeing sights, riding trains, gawking at buffalo, and generally overdosing on humanity. After that, we tried to boondock at the National Grasslands, parked on a cliff overlooking the Badlands, and nearly got blown over by a windstorm (no exaggeration). We visited Pine Ridge, where a piece of my heart broke forever. And somehow eventually we learned about Yankton, found a park with an opening, and found a home for the remainder of last summer. And so it is we have returned this year to the state I consider the mother state of our RV adventure. Yes, we began back in April 2017 in North Idaho, darted through Montana, and traipsed across Wyoming first. But South Dakota was where we really started to figure some things out (and, alas, we continue to figure out more this year). We won't be summering in South Dakota next year, but we're enjoying every bit of SD life we can while we're here. #rvlife #rvliving #travel #nomads #yankton #blackhills #badlands #boondocking #rvlifestyle #southdakota

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