Trepidation

Today I must decide whether to call an ambulance to get Deb to the hospital. She has developed an inability to walk at all. Don't know why...I spent the last couple of days building a ramp with scrap wood around here to help her get in and out of the rig, instead of the Camping World steps that we originally used. She can barely get up and down the ramp with my help. I am truly worried. I will get her there one way or another.
  I originally thought that this blog/journal would be a series of wonderful photos of the journey west, the seeking of a quiet mind, and the peace that would entail. So it would seem. But my life, my struggle to find my soul is not coming easily. I would never abandon Deb, my wife, as so often happens when one spouse becomes extremely disabled. Deb seeks the same things I do. And burned into my grey matter is one phrase that I keep repeating to myself consciously and unconsciously is No man left behind.

  Those that follow me on this blog, I truly thank. It's my connection to the outside world and other like-minded folks. In my opinion, the salt of the earth. But it's no travelogue. And not for the faint of heart. The photo above is Deb from a quieter time, on the beach in Florida. Taken about 3 months ago.