It was the year anniversary of Mowgli's death..
I didn't want to be in the house.
So, Brad and I packed up a few things.
Including Mister Wicket, and went for a drive.
We had no plans on where we would go.
We drove for about an hour, then pulled off into a random town, and drove some more.
We turned down a dusty dirt road and drove even more.
We finally felt like stopping, and got out of the car.
Wicket learned that the world is a lot bigger than our little neighborhood.
Brad learned about the rule of thirds in photography.
I learned how healing wilderness can be.
We couldn't see another person at all.
The cars were miles away.
We were free and alone with nature.
I've got tons more photos from our adventure for tomorrow.
So, do check back.
