We landed in Colorado last week and hit the ground running. Literally and figuratively.
Literally: a long, muddy hike in “Dry” Creek (it’s been super rainy here lately), multiple runs on my favorite local trail system, Buzzard Gulch.
Figuratively: spending hours updating resumes, writing cover letters, and searching for jobs. Stephane: chopping wood, fixing Dan’s weed whacker, and, as I type, he’s outside trying to fix D & K’s pop-up camper so they can enjoy the great outdoors this weekend. It’s SO NICE to be accomplishing things again; to relax at the end of the day with a glass of wine knowing you earned those sips of fruity cheer. Big difference.
The Grizz (Winnebago View - active duty)
1,800 miles and counting
The Hungry hippo (Popup camper - retired)
1,200 miles
The Gruffalo (Tow behind camper - retired):
12,000 miles and counting
The Baby Bison (Tow behind toy hauler - retired):
7000+ miles
Maine > New Mexico + adventures in between
The Great White Buffalo (5th wheel camper - retired):
3,000 miles
Free Range (Slocum 37 sailboat - resting; getting overhauled in Nova Scotia):
Traveled 2,400 nautical miles from Oriental, NC > Antigua (end of the road).
Everybody looks happy — Including Myra — especially Myra!