About Me
In 2016, I took a writing course at the Atlanta School in Atlanta, Idaho. I drove four hours on a dirt road to get there and I slept in a tiny, old miners cabin, with a candle to light it and a warm wool blanket just like the one I had slept under as a child. The quietness, the candle lit cabin and the mountains that surrounded me, brought me back to the place I needed to be to write down these stories. I had returned to the mountains.
If you have fun memories of these times, photographs, stories, please share them with me. I would love to have this be a place where we can all share our stories of the mountains. Send stories to: outdoorflorist@gmail.com and I will post them.
Please share this with people who you think would like to read it. Thank you.
If you have fun memories of these times, photographs, stories, please share them with me. I would love to have this be a place where we can all share our stories of the mountains. Send stories to: outdoorflorist@gmail.com and I will post them.
Please share this with people who you think would like to read it. Thank you.
