It has been over two years. I have traveled thousands of miles. I have carried with me five of six dryer balls. Then, out of nowhere, as I was finalizing my exit from Washington, closing this last loop of my life, the sixth dryer ball appeared. What a message that sent. In April of 2019,…

Here we go again! I moved out of Washington. I am 100% in Texas. I have no tangible ties anywhere else. I am reunited with my “stuff”. I feel complete and more at peace. This part is DONE! It took me months of planning, a couple thousand miles, days of driving, and weeks of preparation. It…

A couple ladies came in to the store. They asked about our little area of the Park and commented on the heat. Yeah, well, 112* IS fucking hot! Many of the tourists are curious about those of us that live and work here. Often visitors want to connect and chat during our transactions or during…

It has been over two years since I started my journey. It has been longer since I came to the realization of what would make me truly happy. I am so grateful and humbled and excited to still be out here, still on an adventure, and still living life on my terms. I have talked…

A friend and I were talking the other night. We were chatting away and he starts commenting on current events. One is the COVID vaccine and the other a recent mass murder in a grocery store in Colorado. Did I see this on the news? Was I aware of what was happening? What are my…

To be perfectly honest, I would have forgotten. Time flies by so fast that I literally lost track. Then, as circumstance has it, Facebook reminded me that is was two years ago on March 1st that I had my last day at work. It was my last day at the professional job I held for…

Touron. This is a made up word. This word is English. This word is known and used by people who work in outdoor industries. It is with great displeasure and angst that I even know this word. These people are hurting themselves, the environment, and others. This word is a combination of “tourist” and “moron”….

Remember that book, “Are You my Mother?” It is a children’s story about a little lost hatchling searching for its mother. While Mom is away gather food, the baby bird leaves the nest. It cannot get back in, so off it goes to find Mom. “Are you my Mother?”, it asks as it searches. It…

It was just a friendly challenge. My new work out buddy threw the flag as we were sweating it out one evening in the gym. But, I could not do it. I resisted for reasons that were not clear. Now, it is something I am compelled to conquer. Let me tell you about the box. …