‘I’ll miss you, friend,’ she said, and she pressed the palm of her hand with great urgency to the rough bark of a tree, hoping somehow to send the message, as a small burst of kindness and support, through the trunk and down the roots and through the soil many hundreds of miles to its unknowing intended recipient.

I’m driving to Colorado right now, also, with a great group of rambunctious folks. There will be lots of stories and photos soon. Til then, be safe and well.