Growing up, every summer my Dad would have some kind of family trip planned, normally somewhere out west. As I aged my priorities changed and I would often sit the trip out to stay home and spend time with friends, work, and take summer classes. In the summer of 2013 I had just graduated college, having no full time job lined up and basically more free time then I knew what to do with I packed my bags and got ready to head west. This would be the first time just the two of us took a trip together since my father-son trip when I was ten years old.
I intended to document every part of the trip, my dad, the road, and the wild. I was going to capture the entire experience. Instead, I slowly got caught up in the beauty of the west, and the simple joy of spending time with my father.