These photos were taken five years ago. It was the first time I camped alone. My first time riding through the Ozarks. The last time that I saw Uncle Dan. Evan was just over a year old. Lily was 10.
It’s baffling how much things change in such a seemingly short amount of time. Some is good, some is bad. But the change is what lets us know we’re living.
Motorcycling Through The Ozarks, a set on Flickr.