This is where our story picks up. It’s not  really the beginning, rather it’s where we began to realize that we were part of a story and that was special; worthy of being recorded. So begins the adventures of a type 1 diabetic with better things to do than being limited by a medical condition that just happened without any invitation…

At the time that I wrote this (2009), I had been Type1 for about 10 years and didn’t know a single other person living with the condition. My wife Stefanie and I are seen here on the summit of Devils Tower in Wyoming. I didn’t know it at the time but my life changed dramatically that day. One year before, we had passed casually below the tower and from the safety of the road Stefanie said that I’d need to find another partner if I wanted to attempt it. Together we stood on top a year later and a world of possibility opened up.

It has been a whole year and the road beckons. The workaday life has temporarily served its purpose and now; well, now for something completely different.

We look forward to staying in communication with you

That we will not forget our beginnings

And that you will not forget our faces

As hard as you might try

“While they talked as men nearing home and meeting someone newly come from there, their minds watched a scroll of forever-changing images. What they had done, what they had seen, heard, felt, feared– the places, the sounds, the colors, the cold, the darkness, the emptiness, the bleakness, the beauty. Till they died this stream of memory would set them apart, if imperceptibly to anyone but themselves, from everyone else. For they had crossed the continent and come back…”

Bernard DeVoto: “The Course of Empire”