I grew up on tales of my grandfather - Roamer, the seasoned traveler who had traveled far and learned much. Eska Creek is a strange and mysterious place that feeds my curiosity and though there is much to discover here, I can't help but feed a wanderlust that I'm certain flows through my veins.
My mother always sang me a Wanderer's Lullaby that I will treasure always, soothing my worries as a pup, as well as the aches of bullies and failures.