Lavinia Spalding
From the back of our rented SUV, my four-year-old son, Ellis, asks, “Mommy, why are we driving through a river?”
As water splashes the car, I explain: Our home for the next two nights is in a wild place, inaccessible to vehicles except via this rugged route, which, yes, involves driving through a creek — but Ellis isn’t listening. “Look at that mountain, Daddy! Can we climb it? Where are we? Are we there yet? Mommy, why are you driving so bumpy?”
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To the one who was supposed to get away
Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.” –Alexander Solzhenitsyn