Gentle Trails journal
Because every great adventure start with one easy step
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The Morgan sat in the slip like a heavy, salt-stained promise. She wasn’t one of those sleek, modern racers you see in the glossy magazines; she was a tank of the sea. She had a thick hull, a deep cockpit, and a broad beam that looked like it could withstand a hurricane. To a sailor,…
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The Florida prairie has a way of getting into your blood. It’s a land of saw palmettos, ancient oaks draped in Spanish moss, and the steady, unmoving “Stone” of the earth. To anyone else, it might just look like flat woods and palmetto bugs, but to a family from the prairie, it’s a living, breathing…
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To the Captain, my husband: For all those years you made us sit through countless hours of YouTube sailing channels, dreaming of horizons we couldn’t yet see. Thank you for having the courage to turn those videos into our reality. This was your lifelong dream, and though the seas were rough, it was an honor…
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They say that if you’re born in the Florida scrub, you have the scent of pine and damp earth etched into your soul. I am a girl of the prairie—a “Cracker” by spirit. For me, life has always been measured by the steady, unmoving ground beneath my boots and the deep, tannin-stained rivers where the…
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Watching him explore was like watching a scientist on a new planet. While I saw a landscape of soot, he saw a landscape of textures. He noticed the way the sun caught the iridescent sheen on the burnt wood, and how the “alligator” scales of the bark felt like a puzzle under his fingers.There is…
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Asher Takes on Gran Gram’s ManuscriptMove over, New York Times Best Sellers—there’s a new critic in town, and he’s remarkably cute. This week, the household was abuzz with literary energy as Asher officially took over the role of Chief Proofreader for Gran Gram’s upcoming book. While most editors require a steady stream of espresso and…
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If you are reading this, you have walked the winding paths of the Alachua basin alongside Clara and Julian. You have seen how a hidden history, buried deep beneath the roots of an ancient Magnolia, can rise to protect the future. But the true story of Prairie Creek doesn’t end with the final page of…
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This book began as a quiet walk through the woods of Alachua County. I remember the first time I stood under the canopy at Prairie Creek; I expected the heavy, somber atmosphere of a graveyard, but what I found was a symphony. I heard the wind in the pines, the call of the sandhill cranes,…
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The ending might just be a new beginning in disguise. I’m so proud of how this concluded and can’t wait to share what’s next. What was your favorite moment from the story? Let me know below! 👇 Epilogue: The Breath of the BasinSpring 2027 The air in the Prairie Creek basin had lost the sharp…
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