My daughter joins me at Siberia to learn about the ruins and guess at the stories of the lives which were once lived at this place and which echo through broken bottles and rusted cans and stacked stone foundations, and even the forgotten graves in the wastes surrounding this community of no more. And while here, the muse seemed to strike, and Emily asked for my chalk so she could scribble her inspirations upon the wooden beams below the Writing Bridge. Such an excellent day together with my girl. What a very good use of time.
My name is Kurt Bell.
You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.
Be safe... But not too safe.