Weeks later I am still cleaning sand out of everything—my clothes, the car, my body. The reverberating techno beats lives in my bones. I danced to it daytime and it danced me at night. The costumes I wore are now…
Camping as a Single Woman
For the last 7 years or so, I have packed up my car in late August and headed south to Crestone, CO for a painting and nature retreat. I roll into the Crestone Campground late in the evening, looking for…