the great affair

"our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. but no matter, the road is life." – jack kerouac

because a picture is worth a thousand words.



zola packed and ready to hit the road.


the road.



the key to a successful road trip is having a traveling pal who is just as enraptured by the wrong turns as with the final destination. (wrong turn. winterset, iowa. john wayne's birthplace.)



new friends in an olde tavern. (new glarus, wisconsin.)



happiness is whenever, we can get together. (green city market. chicago, ill.)



shot-ski. (uberstein. chicago, ill.)



there is no greater comfort than journeying with the kind of friends who not only ask you what you plan on doing with your one wild & precious life, but join the adventure with you. (pre-florence + the machine show. chicago, ill.)

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and then there was the warrior dash. 3.28 country miles laden with lumber-climbing, pole-sliding, fire-jumping, mud-crawling intensity with my besties. (i can say bestie because there's wasn't a clean part of us. that makes it ok. it also makes it ok because afterward we took showers in a truck stop).

each day i find myself more & less surprised by this crazy life i get to live, and the amazing people that come along for the ride. we really are all in this together.