from the road

(written February 3rd, 2019 in Couer d’Alene, Idaho) Sanity? When there’s powder around? No thank you. Apparently, I prefer running around like a lunatic. Running, chasing, rolling in powder like a blind hog.  When it all goes to plan, I bath in bliss. When it goes wrong, I can have blood on my hands. Yesterday, I was standing at a helipad on […]