Ladee's Travels

Tucked away beneath a canopy of green, with flower boxes blooming and the sound of the creek just beyond the railings, we found ourselves ...

We were up at 3:30. The trailer was still and quiet. The coffee was strong. No one said much. “You ready?” I asked. Heather nodded. “Yeah....

The wind blows hard in Valle. It cuts across the plain and whistles low under the door. This is high desert, quiet and wide. Nothing grows t...

The chairs leaned back, lined up like sentries at rest. No one else around. Just us, the quiet, and the trailer’s long silver side catching ...

The trailer sat quiet on the land. Wind brushed against the windows. Inside, it was simple. Wood paneling. A black fridge. Shelves stacked w...

We were driving north on Route 180 out of Flagstaff. It was 6:00 PM but the sun was still up—low and golden, washing the landscape in that k...