Before October 2015, Grandma Joy only lived vicariously through Ryans outdoor travels in nature.
She was a widow who had lived alone for 20 years.
But we had painful and uncomfortable conversations too.
Memories crawl out of the shadows while youre being hypnotized by the passing landscapes.
Every relationship is an amalgam of sweet and sour, and we have rumbled with all those emotions.
It is the only path to peace.
Its ridiculous to feel despondent about growing older when youve been whitewater rafting with a 91-year-old woman.
Im focused on possibilities now, not limitations.
They have yet to explore one more, situated 6,700 miles from their hometown of Duncan Falls.
This will be their last national park, but we are sure, not their last adventure.
She dreams of going to Ireland.
I dream of taking her to Africa.
After seeing Grandma Joy explore so many natural wonders, no dream feels impossible anymore.
