One of the best things about going on a long walk, such as The Colorado Trail, is the space, serenity, and solitude to think about the important events in your life. I’m always surprised by the things that come up for me. Conversations from childhood. High school embarrassments. Bridges I wish I hadn’t burned. Those potluck Thanksgivings with friends, stranded far away from our families. The painful and pleasant memories sometimes get all jumbled together as I walk and miles pass under my feet in reverie. I think of these memories as gifts from the trail.
One such gift resulted in this short film. I didn’t see much of my father as I was growing up. And, I don’t honestly remember having a “conversation” with him. He told stories, usually of every shot of a recent golf game, and usually while the kids were running around experiencing one crisis after another and you were trying to get dinner on the table. He was seemingly oblivious to all of it. Story was all. I like to think he would appreciate the story told in this video. It’s my story, of course. Not his. But, I’m hoping that won’t make a difference now.
This story was produced as a final project for a StoryCenter Digital Storytelling Workshop.