The Perfect Trip

Andy loved to go camping at Cottonwood Creek. Of all the camping spots east of the Sierras, our spot is the best spot. Many great moments happened camped out under that oak tree.

In June, we enjoyed the first camping trip after Andy passed. This trip was important. Needed. Monumental. Cathartic. Holy. Perfect.

For the first time, we weren't just camped out under that oak tree. We were camped out under a thick cloud of memories.

Uncle Bob wrote down every memory and thought we shared around that blackened firepit. Our hearts were full.


On that trip, Uncle Bob caught the biggest trout we'd ever seen at Cottonwood Creek.

That fish was poetry.

It was the perfect trip.