2500 mile flight, 2 hour drive, 6 hour hike, and my wife is at rest.
My wife wasn’t conscious to celebrate Thanksgiving in the ICU, but she’s awake in time for her favorite holiday!
My trip begins with a quick stop in the forest where it all began. I fell in love, proposed, and laid her to rest in these mountains. Not pictured, 45 minutes of me bawling and falling and getting soaked in ice water.
Monday night I held my beautiful bride in my arms as she took her last breath. I have no words describe what that feels like, and I don’t think I ever will. I’ll miss you, ducky. Keep the bed warm in heaven for me.
I took the idea to get our rings interlocked from someone on here. Thank you stranger! Today marks one month.
Yesterday was tough. Her family and I still don’t think it was a mistake posting that intimate moment. Started a drip last night. The doctors said hearing is the last sense to go, so I’ve been reading her the nice messages and assuring her I’ll be ok like you guys suggested.
I’ve never once thought about getting a tattoo, but this was a no brainer. Her “favorite creature” was always sea turtle, no contest. I broke down in the shop after they finished. Anyone else commemorate?
Took a walk in the literal and figurative fog early this morning. I feel like my life is generally getting better.
Today I picked up her ashes. I went for a short hike later and took this photo. Every journey starts with a single step.
My wife out riding gravel on her single speed with road slicks.
Still surviving! Merry Christmas from the surgical ICU!
Great Grandpa Caliva rescuing my grandma and her sister from their (white) mother in the slums. He later gained legal custody as a “colored man” in a time when it was nearly impossible for women to lose. (1938)
She asked me to travel, I told her I wouldn’t want to without my adventure buddy, and this was her response. I’m still stranded in Peru, but I don’t feel the trip was a failure. I found some big mountains, physically and emotionally, and I went up. I’ll be back to go higher.
Finding the local gravel is keeping me sane right now. Not super happy with where I live, but roads like these are therapeutic.
My friend thought he knew the way back to our campsite. He did not.
Finally stuck a sit mount!
Well, that’s a huge relief in this crap storm.
Hey look, the US finally got me out of Peru!
This applesauce cup in my yeti
Exhausted firefighters sleeping in the dirt after countless hours defending Redding, CA
This applesauce fits perfectly in a yeti bottle
The most oversized load I’ve ever seen
This snake vs the fires in the west