About
Who
In May 2016, after Isaiah was kicked out of a treatment program in Los Angeles, we got in a truck and pointed it north. We bought a Phantom 3 in Reno. We learned to fly it on Peterson Mountain. We spent the summer walking out of where we were and into wherever we’d land.
We’d like to say it was the solution, but it wasn’t. He left this world on May 25, 2020. On July 5, 2021 his mother Audrey carried his ashes down to Strawberry Hill on the Oregon coast, where his father’s ashes also rest. The journal stays online for him.
Why it’s still here
The 2016 posts were written without knowing the ending. We’ve left them exactly as they were — hopeful, unfinished, sometimes naive — because that’s how recovery looks while you’re inside it. The 2020 and 2021 posts sit alongside them. Both belong.
If you found this site because someone you love is struggling, or because you’re struggling yourself, take what helps and leave the rest. We don’t have a method to sell. Just a record of one summer that mattered.