Undomesticated Women: Signed Edition

Welcome to our year of living compactly.  My dog, Mister, and I crossed thirty states, saw two oceans, and drove fourteen thousand miles in eight months, pulling our A-frame trailer, the Rollin’ Rancho. We were nomads looking for horse training adventure and liver treats. Work paid for the trip; it was part clinic tour, part travelogue, part squirrel hunt. But mostly an unapologetic celebration of sunsets, horses, RV parks, roadkill, diverse landscapes, and undomesticated women.

It’s a book made of adjectives and nouns, blue skies and tornado watches, resorts and reservations, open roads to the horizon and one-lane dead-ends. We emerge from the truck in a cloud of dog hair and sunflower shells, like disoriented and scruffy rock stars in a GPS haze, not entirely lost or found.