This one was small from what I understand firestorms can become. It’s when a tornado or windstorm kicks up over wildfire and it sucks the flame up. I saw it from miles away and thought that it was a massive storm until I smelled the smoke and saw licks of flame . The photo doesn’t do it near any justice (and you can’t see much of the apocalypticness).

This same day, I drove through a tropical depression in Birmingham too. The weather was not on my side.

If there’s any road I’ve ever been on that is just absolutely amazing every inch of the way, it’s I-10. All sorts of nothing out there. It’s beautiful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t17K3SIUafA&feature=youtu.be

I’ve never heard of a firestorm. Sounds apocalyptic

If I’ve changed since then, it’s only after finding what I love and want most and deciding to make it the best of who I am.

And every day was a story! I was my newly-wed friends’ first house guest twice (Georgia and Oregon). Alligators on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina. Crazy poets on busses in South Dakota. Firestorms in Texas. I even got to see my favorite musician play one of his few shows in years. Letting go of caution and just letting my feet, wheels and ambition take me wherever they would, or could, go.

After not knowing where I was going, and still somehow find my way there, I now feel better about stopping for a little while to truly make something great. I feel good, and I know I can find what I’m after.

Thanks for posting my little adventure with all the other quality bragging going on around here!