We crawled and creeped through the Badlands. A magical land of giant clay globs in red, grey and yellow. Bison lumbering on grassy knolls. Chunky
We camped on the side of a cliff again. This time at the edge of the plains and the Badlands. The wind is whipping and
Then water became the most important thing. Drinking water, of course, was no issue. Our land is abundant with stores stocked with jugs of water.
Somewhere on road in the last weeks the heaviness of depression slipped off my shoulders and I began trying to live (again)(mental health is a