Ghost In The Road Original Artthe story The drive back to our hotel from Yellowstones Lamar Valley was harrowing. The sun was gone and darkness blanketed the winding way home. We snaked around curve after curve, my eyes peeled for any signs of movement. Then we saw a small coyote trotting down the middle of the road. As we came upon him, I slowed to a stop. He turned his head and stood frozen in the bright beam of our headlights. Time stood still. He looked at us and we looked at

This confounds us

aka the Mokes

Own the power comes from being you and not caring about what other people think

If you have it

encouraging one another on this journey towards more inspired living to reawaken wonder

You get to choose

silently traversing fields of wildflowers under the late-summer sun

38 oz/yd² (352 g/m²)

We even danced when we were bored

but it might be the best path to take right now to get where you want to go

This bison is terrible at golf

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