And in conclusion-

Image6 weeks, 5 states and 4,871.2 miles later and we are finally home. The little less than 5 hour drive home from Vegas to Phoenix seemed to fly by considering how much time we had already spent on the road. This last month and a half has been exciting, adventurous and well spent- shared with lots of friends and family. Would we do it all over again? Absolutely! Of course next time I am sure we will want to take a different route and check out some new places. I’m already thinking next year of doing New Mexico, Colorado, Wyoming and maybe Montana but I suppose I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. 

We woke up this morning almost giddy with excitement about the idea of finally heading home. Most vacations never seem to last long enough and the anticipation of home/reality brings a sense of dread. It’s quite different when you have been gone for 6 weeks, at least for us. The idea of sleeping in our own bed, surrounded by our things and playing with our kitties again brought a sense of joy. There was a quick stop by the post office to pick up quite a large stack of mail and the next thing we knew, our driveway was before us. Even though we had had someone coming by on a regular basis to check on things, there was still a wonder as to what condition the house might be in. Not sure if the cats had been too bored and decided to tear up the carpet and furniture or not…thankfully everything was in tact. Well, everything except our plants. All of them dead, dead, dead. We have not completed a full summer here in the Valley of the Sun so didn’t know whether or not anything living had the potential to survive or not. Turns out not. Apparently it just gets waaaaay to hot down here. Plants are replaceable. We were just happy that the cats were alive.

So here at sit back at my very own desk writing dear readers, to you. I hope I have regaled you with the tales of our travels over the last 6 weeks. The blogging will continue- there are other topics to be blogged about other than travel after all. But until I blog again, I think to myself….welcome home.


What happens in Vegas…gets blogged about.

ImageIndulgence, Indulgence, Indulgence. Vegas is the place to go to relax, have a good time and eat until you are ready to bust. And that’s exactly what I needed after spending so much time in the great outdoors! It was our final destination on our 6 week tour de west coast and we were both very much looking forward to it. My husband’s family owns timeshare which works out great when you love to travel. We were set up with a spacious 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom suite complete with a full kitchen and washer/dryer. The resort also contains 2 pools and hot tubs along with a game room- certainly plenty to keep us entertained for the week. Our first night was spent indoors enjoying the amenities of our new home. I even felt inspired to cook an actual dinner which was cooked over a full size stove and savored over a dining table with real silverware. It felt so proper. After deciding which of the 3 flat panel televisions to glaze our eyes over for movie watching, we snuggled on the couch, ate dessert and entertained ourselves right to sleep.

Day 2 consisted of moseying down to Las Vegas Blvd aka The Strip. We have been to Vegas a number of times now but there always seems to be something new to see. We spent as much time as possible moving from one indoor location to another to beat the heat, our eyes quickly shifting from shiny objects to blinking lights to searching for passage between hordes of humans. Vegas is either the perfect place for someone with ADD or their worst nightmare. The timing of our visit here also happened to coincide with the stay of a friend of mine and her husband that I haven’t seen in years. Our plan was to meet for drinks, see the free “Sirens of Song” show at Treasure Island and then gorge ourselves over a buffet dinner at the Aria. Which is exactly what we did! I love reconnecting with old friends. For me there always seems to be such ease picking right up where you last left off. We had a wonderful evening together full of laughs and hugs. Image

Late night plans included the husband and myself seeing the show “Zumanity” at New York New York. This particular show emphasizes the sensual side of Cirque du Soleil. It did not disappoint. Topless women, strapping men, acrobatics, humor, contortionists, HULA HOOPING(!), eroticism and aerial performances made for quite an entertaining evening. It was beautiful, it was comedic and it definitely left you feeling a little bit frisky by the finale. I have seen a couple of Cirque shows in the past but have a new level of appreciation for them since taking up hoopdance in the last couple of years. As I watched in awe I also paid attention to the technical and physical demands of the circus arts. The strength, agility and coordination involved is quite extreme but these polished performers give the appearance of complete effortlessness.

ImageSo here we are now in the final days of our trip- baking and sweating in the sun, lounging by the pool and taking in deep relaxation before the hours of “reality” return. One more day soaking in the cool waters, one more dinner with one of my husband’s childhood friends and one more night soundlessly asleep in the king size bed. Tomorrow we are finally home bound.

From A to Z

Arches to Zion- Utah is a land of plenty. Tall spires, deep canyons, trails and climbs, this place is a haven for outdoor enthusiasts. Our travels finally bringing us south (after almost 12 hours in the car!) delivered us to Arches National Park, a place I have always wanted to visit. These spacious lands dotted with back bending arches and towering formations are almost beyond imagination. The soil is deep rusty red in color, thanks to the iron content in the earth, providing the landscape with a stunning spectacle of rich contrast against the vivid blue skies.

We struck gold finding one of the very few campgrounds along the Colorado River that allowed for shade (which is completely necessary when the heat competes with Hell). The trees also provided the perfect spot for us to hang our hammock. Shortly after setting up camp, we drove into the park, following the other summer park goers, along the scenic route where walls and crazy rock formations popped up one after the next. It’s not a huge park and were able to see most of what we wanted within a couple of days. Of course, you can take much longer to explore deeper- there are many hiking trail options available. We did a few smaller hikes while ooing and aahing at the grand beauty that sprawled out before us. 

Next up was Zion National Park. It seemed eerily familiar having lived in Sedona, AZ previously. I have been told numerous times that Zion is like Sedona on crack. It’s true. The landscape is comparable in its similarities. It was ultimately decided to forego the tourist attractions of the park in place of a 2 night backpacking trip 5 miles into Kolob Canyon. Now, I am comfortable hiking being married to the outdoor man I am but typically they are hikes no more than a mile or 2 and don’t normally involve carrying 30-40lbs on my back. This felt a bit more intimidating to me. Fortunately we had staying in a comfortable hotel room the night before complete with a jacuzzi tub, so it had given me an opportunity to relax and rejuvenate my mind, body and emotional self. We had laid out the minimal amount of supplies needed for this adventure and packed our packs the morning of our trip. Well slept and well fed, it was time to venture into the great unknown.

The hike itself wasn’t actually as bad as I had anticipated with the exception of the heat and the fact that I had a searing pain shooting out of my shoulder blade, down into my arm and into my right hand but luckily I am married to a massage therapist (a great guy to have around when tired and sore!). A few stops and breaks for snacks along the way, finally counting the down the number of campsites till arriving at ours. Once again, our site was perfectly located just above a creek with a perfect little swimming hole.

Camping is one thing. Camping in the middle of monsoon season, quite another. The dark clouds took their time but nevertheless rolled in above our heads. We are always prepared for this kind of thing- we have a fly for our tent and a tarp to crouch under during stormy weather. The first evening was spent crouching under said tarp, trying to keep the tarp from catching fire as the wind blew and we cooked over husbands backpacking stove (which is different from our normal camping stove). We ate a slightly mushy meal of chinese noodles and shortly went to bed after.

The next day was sunny and hot. My body weary from our hike the day prior, I decided to spend my time lounging on a large flat rock by the creek while baking in the sun. Reading, sleeping, reading and eating. The husband always ready to explore took off for a couple of hours to check out the surrounding areas. Not a cloud in the sky, the day was beautiful and quickly came to an end. Retiring to the tent for the night once again (and not so comfortably- a super thin camping pad and lightweight sleeping bag does not equal a hotel bed by any means). It was quiet with only the sounds of crickets chirping in the background. Until it wasn’t. I don’t know where the storm came from but it came fast and hard. Thunder, lightening and the fear of flash flooding when your only form of shelter is a tent for two, does NOT make for an easy and restful night sleep! Every worst case scenario was floating through my mind. The headline of my death reading something to the likes of “Young married couple died while holding hands in their sleep, killed by bolt of lightening and found floating downstream”. Thankfully it never came to that and we woke up alive though exhausted and ready to pack it out and head back to civilization. 

This was the last of the camping experiences on our trip. I have loved sleeping under the stars and exploring new landscapes of this beautiful America, but am planning to enjoy living in the lap of luxury as we enjoy our final destination of Las Vegas, Nevada. As much as I love camping, I am also in no hurry to pitch our tent again anytime soon.


ImageBoise, Idaho. It’s certainly not an area frequently advertised in destination brochures. And it’s not that I had ever thought anything negative about the city, frankly it has just never been on my radar. The only association I had ever had with Idaho (along with most others I am sure) is “home of the potato”. Well, I must say that it far exceeded any (or lack of) expectations I had! What a pleasant little place! Boise rings of a sweet mix of Portland, Oregon meets high desert- an oasis of green in the heart of the city with sprawling, vast and open landscapes beyond its borders- mostly conservative housing a healthy level of Mormon population with pockets of liberal, hipster and granola type folk- mild winters, plentiful sunlight and an array of outdoor activities for all ages. Could it be? Is this the “perfect” place the husband and I have spent our lives seeking?

The only actual reason we had given any thought to visiting was that a dear friend of our had recently relocated there to cohabitate with his awesome girlfriend. After spending close to a week camping in the woods, they had graciously opened up their home and welcomed us with a bed, shower and most delicious dinner. We always enjoy ourselves around good friends and good food. This time was no different. Image

Though we were on vacation, our friends were not so we spent the day cruising around this unknown place, walking the streets and taking in the sights. Our extremely artistic and talented friend Aaron had drawn us a map to downtown highlighting the best route to get there. We did a little shopping, stopped for dessert and then did a little hiking. A movie was also taken in before heading back to the house to dine at a lovely establishment thanks to Brown Betty as a most reliable mode of transportation (Aaron’s “vintage” VW van). 

Our hospitable friends are also fellow camping lovers so we all packed up and drove out. Deep in the heart of the Boise National Forest, we found a pristine spot on the Boise River. The beach was sandy and white while the water was crystal clear providing us with an idyllic, granted cold, swimming spot. It was private, it was quiet and it was beautiful. Meg brought her dog Koa, which normally I would have slightly complained about (as anyone who knows me knows I am not the biggest dog lover) but this dog is super cool and actually kind of made me like dogs a little more. He’s really not irritating and added to the humor and playfulness of the weekend. We also ate really well! Turns out camping cuisine does not have to be dull and boring at all when you have a duel stove top and dutch oven. There were even appetizers. 

ImageProbably the highlight of the weekend had to be learning to hold and shoot a gun(s) for the first time. I felt it really got me in touch with my inner badass/redneck. Aaron has been a lover of the sport for some time and came fully stocked and loaded. A .22 shotgun, a .357 revolver and a .45 1911 WWI/II era were the weapons of choice. Naturally we made sure we were in a safe area with no other humans around to get caught in the line of fire. I can also honestly say that I have a whole new level of appreciation and respect for the power these weapons contain.

It was a wonderful, fun and adventure filled weekend with good laughs and awesome company. We now have an excellent reason to revisit this newly discovered happy land and look forward to next time. Boise, ID. Who knew?

Aw, Hell.

Even after spending 2 1/2 years living in Oregon we never made it to the eastern side of the state. Until now. I definitely give Mother Nature two thumbs up as it is absolutely beautiful! We had become so accustomed to the groves of forest on the western side of the state that we were in awe at the vast beauty of the open spaces we had traveled upon. Image

Having seen photos in a few Oregon magazines, we decided we wanted to see Hells Canyon. The drive to it was just as spectacular as the canyon itself. Once again, we found ourselves in search of our next home (aka campground) and found a large space right on a creek. It seems not too many people are fond of camping in the heat of the summer so we pretty much had the entire campground to ourselves. Unpacking and setting up has become a bit of a ritual at this point and therefore moves along rather quickly. I set up the tent and the husband prepares dinner. I don’t know if it has been intentional this entire time but it seems we keep holing up near water which is awesome when the temp is nearing (if not above) 100 degrees! Much of our time here was spent exploring the water, hiking up and down the creek bed looking for the perfect sunbathing spot. And the nice thing about isolation is the privacy for skinny dipping!

ImageI’m always amazed at the abundance of wildflowers that grow along the roadside even desert like areas. Driving up to the Hells Canyon lookout, we were cast with colors of purples, yellow, reds and oranges, all blossoming out the sides of rocks. The lookout that was waiting for us was a majestic vision of contrast within the landscape. We learned that Hells Canyon is the deepest gorge in North America.The Snake River winds its way through continuing to shape it. I suppose it is similar in that way to the Grand Canyon. 

Another adventure come and gone, a new place explored and more fun had. Continuing eastward and slowly but surely making our way back home. Our trip more than halfway done but not over yet!

Fruit of the Loop

Hood River, Oregon is kind of like Eden. The land is lush with orchards, Mt. Hood peaking as a backdrop and smells of fruit permeate the air around you. We watched coastal Oregon fade away in our rear view mirrors and started making our way east. There was a brief stop in Portland to catch up over sushi and a hike with a former Ashland friend and then on-wards. We had been to Hood River once before and I had always wanted to return.

Unlike our time previous when we had stayed in a posh vacation house, we were planning to camp. It took us awhile to find the most idyllic spot, passing over a crowded campground on a lake, but when we did it was worth it. Not an official campsite but you can get just about anywhere with the right vehicle! Up the mountain we rode, finding a little dirt path off-shoot that we could get the truck up. The view was perfect. Mt. Hood looming over our site as if to keep a watchful eye over us. As the sun set, the colors on the mountain shifted from a striking white to glorious pink and then to a softening shade of purple.

Camp was set up and it was time to relax. Or so we thought. As we prepared our meal for the evening and kept the fire ablaze, we kept hearing a strange sounds coming from the dark, night capped forest. It starts out as one of those things where you are not sure if you are just hearing things or not. A sound echoes and you pause to listen. Nothing. Then it comes again. And you do the same. Finally, you do hear it (and fortunately the husband heard it too!) and realize you are not crazy and there is something actually there. We never actually saw anything but it was still a bit nerve racking. I was assured that it was not a bear or mountain lion sound so that helped a bit but nevertheless kept a large stick and hatchet nearby. The husband was pretty sure it was a couple of deer or elk communicating across our campsite. I felt the need to apologize for getting between their conversation. 

After surviving the night of eerie sounds, we packed it up and drove back down the mountain to check out a fruit stand we had visited once before. The Draper Girls Country Farm is a charming little spot where during this time of year, you can pick your own strawberries. After perusing the antique shop and purchasing 2 amazingly delicious homemade mini pies and a bag of the sweetest rainier cherries, we strolled our way back to the strawberry patch. Even just standing in the middle of the patch, you could smell the sweet fragrance of the strawberries in the air. We filled up our pint and decided to spend some time lounging in the gardens, swing from the tree swing and eat one of those amazing pies. It was a picture perfect day and one that will remain in my memory for years to come.

A roof over my head

ImageIt’s one thing you can take for granted. Certainly, there are plenty of people in this world who live this way day to day but if you do not, then you begin to realize how enjoyable it can really be. Our last adventure (as you readers previously read about) was spent in the rainy outdoors so I fully intended to take advantage of my newest digs- a climate controlled, finally dry environment. My husbands family rented a beautiful beach house for the week in Oceanside, OR. Slightly up on a hill, it has a spectacular view of the green Oregon hills and ocean out of the large bay windows. The sun rises and sets in this house, basking everyone inside with it’s warm glow. 

At its peak, this place housed 13 of us. That’s a lot of humans in one place. And trying to organize that many humans into one activity at one time is a whole other labor of love. To be honest, I think that only happened once and it was to watch fireworks for the 4th of July. Mostly we split off into little groups based on what different folks wanted to do. On the whole, meals were a ‘fend for yourself’ kind of arrangement. Again, something to be expected with so many people. We had days and nights at the beach flying kites, bonfires and hula hooping. Other days were spent meandering through charming coastal towns, hiking out to lighthouses or lounging lazily around the house. It is Oregon so we often watched the clouds roll in and out, bringing drizzle and winds, though we happily were blessed with a couple of days of clear blue skies. Image

I should mention I have had cake and doritos every day this week. The cake was necessary as we celebrated four birthdays this week. Each birthday person was baked their very own cake. I don’t count this as unhealthy since each one contained fruit. Cake with fruit = healthy in my book. Now doritos on the other hand were very much a guilty pleasure, but one I am in no rush to indulge in anytime soon again. There is a good chance my insides are as orange as a Jersey Shore cast member (and I can say this because I am from Jersey). I did have a couple of guilty parties encouraging this behavior, but for their sake and the fact that I am a lady, I will not reveal their identities. 

ImageI suppose one of the more amusing observations I have had this week is what it must be like to have multiple personality disorder. It’s not hard to imagine if you close your eyes and listen to 12 people all talking/laughing/shouting across the room to each other at the same time. Add a few glasses of wine and that bumps up the imagination another notch or two. There were times I would throw myself into the camaraderie and others I would quietly sit and chuckle (ok, there also may have been an occasional eye roll but I know I wasn’t the only one).

Our last evening here will be spent celebrating one final birthday and another bonfire on the beach (complete with s’mores!) before the chaos of packing up this crazy hotel ensues. It shouldn’t take husband and I very long to complete our packing process- we’ve been doing this for 3 weeks and are like speedy gonzales in packing mode. I suspect however that we will be thrown into the rest of the packing mix. All in all I love this crazy in-law family of mine and have had a great week getting to know them all a bit better. Thanks everyone and thanks for giving me a place to crash for a few days with a roof over my head.

Camping, The Simple LIfe

ImageNow I love to camp. I know there are some that shrink in horror at the idea of being planted in the middle of nature with “nothing to do”, but I am like one of those mythical female creatures that is just as happy sleeping in a tent and peeing in the woods as I am slapping on a pair of 6 inch heels and hitting the town. However, if you are waiting for the zombie apocalypse then you need not look any further than your local forest. Mosquitoes. These irritating, flesh coveting, blood sucking little fiends are the bain of my existence. You find yourself enjoying a beautiful sunny day and you want to wear your cute shorts with a tank but clearly you are asking for trouble. They wait, patiently awaiting the smallest amount of skin exposure and then begin to attack your flesh, like a swarm of locusts, your blood ripe for the sucking. Bastards. 

But I love to camp. I love the simplicity of it. Things your would normally exercise a healthy level of OCD about at home, go right out the proverbial window in nature. Washing dishes for example- there are obviously no dishwashers in the woods but no matter! A simple wipe down with a wet paper towel does the job just fine. And you can only use so many layers of blanket to make your sleeping space in your tent so comfortable. But at the end of the day, when you break out the instant pasta side dish, boil some water and cook it up on your teeny one pot stove, nothing ever tasted so good. Image

Our last week was well spent, albeit rainy, gazing upwards at the tall trees in the Redwoods. This is absolutely one of my favorite places to spend time on the planet. These trees possess all the inherent wisdom of the earth. They have been around for thousands of years and there is no sign of them dying out anytime soon. I find myself lucky being married to a massage therapist because by the end of the day, your neck needs a good rubbing. Flowing around these spectacular trees is the beautiful Smith River. Crystal clear, pristine and cold, this river is a splendid place for lounging (if you happen to be lucky enough to have a day of sun). Now we didn’t have access to a hot shower so the Smith worked just fine. Nothing wakes you up first thing in the morning like a cleansing dip!

ImageI hope to spend the rest of my days returning over and over again to this magical place. It’s easy to imagine the ancient dinosaurs roaming these lands, eating from the tops of the trees. The fern grows abundantly filling the underbrush of these towering beings. Everywhere you look is green, green, green. I find a calm and grounding presence inhibits this forest. I feel at peace and connect to the earth. It’s kind of like home. 

Familiar places and faces

ImageI love coming back to our old stomping grounds. Every time we are in Ashland we are greeted with hugs, squeals and smiles. We lived here for about 2 1/2 years, which isn’t terribly long, but this is just the type of town that is easy to flow right back in to. It is comfortable in the best way and we feel at ease hopping from one favorite spot to another.

We arrived Saturday, with rains battering our truck and just enough time to spend with our lovely hostess (thank you Arica!) before we had to get ready for our other friends wedding. We donned our best (and looked quite spiffy I might add) and headed up the mountain. The wedding was taking place at the top of Mt. Ashland at the ski lodge. It is still June mind you, so the weather can be unpredictable. Rains were pouring in town but as we climbed, those little water droplets quickly transformed into snowflakes. Initially, the ceremony was to take place outdoors but it was obvious that this was no longer going to happen. The delicate flakes that danced around our vehicle suddenly became a sideways blizzard with almost whiteout conditions. The husband dropped me off at the door which was ever so gentlemanly of him as I was not dressed for the occasion- a little black dress and red heels is not snow weather attire. I found a familiar face and was directed to the bridal dressing area where I was welcomed with anticipating and happy faces. The wedding was beautiful of course and we ate, danced and spent the evening laughing uproariously.

Apparently, we arrived during a cold front because the next day was full of ominous clouds and sprinkling rains as well. After waking, we made our way to one of our favorite parks where I used to have weekly hoop jams. Which is why we were there this day! I got out the hoops, waited for the friends to arrive and spent an hour twirling and swirling until we all decided we were famished and ready for sushi! Now Kobe is one of my all-time favorite places to eat in Ashland. The crunchy cheese roll is out of this world amazing- almost dessert like. Stuffing ourselves silly and leaving with the biggest smile on my face, we were ready for darts at the Black Sheep! So many epic and fun memories have been spent here and this time was no less great. More friends arrived and we stayed until closing time. Image

Of course by this point, you are pretty wiped out but since you are on vacation and have such a short period of time with your amazing friends, you suck it up and keep going. We were a bit more lazy and struggled getting out of bed by day 3 but we felt we should get out. We wandered to a place we have driven past many times but never spent time at. The trails and gardens at the North Mountain Nature Center are beautiful! I have always dreamed of having gardens like these in my backyard but now that we are in the desert, the possibilities are not quite the same. We strolled along some of the paths, took a nap in the grass but the rain was back again (that’s Oregon for ya), so we left and went to a friends house to hot tub (and yes, I am using that as a verb). Soaking and relaxing so deeply that it was hard not to fall asleep, is just awesome. Soon it was once again time to prepare for the evenings next outing- jazz at Martinos- which used to be one of our Monday night rituals. My girlfriend has been singing with the jazz trio for a couple of years and she gets better and better every time I see her perform!

Yesterday was spent walking Main Street to do some shopping. And cupcake eating. Larry’s has the best cupcakes and I make it a point to go anytime I am in town! The sun had finally come out so our walkabout was much more enjoyable. The time had come and our final evening was upon us. And what better way to spend it than with a BBQ and gathering of our closest friends? The food was amazing of course. We drank wine, cuddled and giggled, smoked from the hookah, took endless photos and sighed through the night at our upcoming departure. 

So here I am on our final morning, cleaning up the happy messes from the blissful night before and reliving the wonderful events of our time spent in this heart warming town. I will be out of touch for the next number of days as we backpack along the Rogue River and ultimately make our way a bit south to the Redwoods. To our favorite places, super amazing friends and more memories to someday come- thank you all! Ashland, you will always hold a place in our hearts. We love you!

Happily Homeless Lite

So we have been on the road for almost 2 weeks now with 4 more to go. It has been a whirlwind of a trip so far as we have had travel deadlines to meet. In the past couple of weeks we have been to Joshua Tree National Park, San Diego, Los Angeles, San Francisco, a very brief stint at Lake of the Siskiyou and are currently in Ashland, Oregon. Each place has been memorable and filled with adventure and smiles but I know that the husband is definitely ready for some camping time. 

The whole experience has been interesting to observe. Basically we are doing the same thing my parents have been doing for the last 3 years but on a much smaller scale. My parents sold their home 3 years ago with the majority of their belongings, rent a small storage unit for sentimental items and drive all over the country visiting varying places and friends in a small SUV. (Read their story and follow their blog @ Obviously, we are not living at quite the same extreme- we still have a home and all of our belongings awaiting our return to AZ in a month. Image

The joys on the road far outweigh the challenges but there are moments. Diet is one thing. Traveling on a budget presents a unique opportunity to get creative around meal time. We are trying to maintain healthy eating habits and are spending most of our food budget at grocery stores instead of restaurants. Now that’s not to say we don’t occasionally stop to enjoy a bite when beckoned but mostly the bulk section at the grocery store is our choice. 

Constant togetherness can also present a challenge- for me anyway. I am one of those girls that needs “me” time. And that is hard to establish when spending 6 weeks on the road together. For the most part, we are both comfortable spending lots of time together but I won’t lie, I have been rather moody for a good week or so on this trip so far. Perhaps it’s hormones, perhaps it’s the energy of all the cities or maybe I just need some time to myself. Either way, I have been blessed with a very understanding and loving husband who does his best not to let my “crazy” affect him too much. Image

Routine. It is something that you start to get into when traveling. We determine ahead of time what type of vacationing we will be doing in the next few days. Hotels, timeshare or staying with friends? Suitcases and cooler towards the front. Camping? Backpacks, gear and supplies towards the front and suitcases in the back. Loading, unloading- we pretty much have it down to a science at this point. The husband commented the other day as we were organizing our “kitchen” area in the hotel, that he felt like my parents. They too have this system in the bag. 

We have 4 weeks to go, lots more to see and people to connect with along the way. I imagine these first weeks will involve working out all the kinks. I have admiration for my parents as they continue to live their life on the road- happily and harmoniously….

To the next adventure!