Trail sketches

As you know, every ten days or so Dale and I arrive in a small town somewhere along the PNT. Along with the promise of a hot meal we don't have to cook in a tiny pot, arriving in town means picking up a food box at the post office. It's become one of the highlights of our town visits. My parents have been diligently sending us our boxes for weeks now and we've come to eagerly anticipate what new, sweet treasure they've included above and beyond the food we packed months ago. Sometimes it's a special candy bar, or a sweet note, or just-in-case throat lozenges. And each box includes an artistic rendering of our journey as documented through my father's pen and ink sketches. We wanted to share with you some of his drawings, as they've been a big hit with us and some of the others who have been around when we open our food boxes.