Hitting rock bottom in Colca Canyon
I’m not the kind of chick who cries. Though I’m overflowing with empathy, I’m cut from stoic stock. I cry more often while cutting onions than from sorrow or joy. Yet, at the bottom of the world’s deepest canyon, I…
…and, we’re back!
It’s been just about two years since we hit pause on our travel stories, photos, and art here on Ephemerratic. During that time, while working to fill our round-the-world-depleted bank accounts back up, Todd and I have road-tripped, traveled abroad,…
