A month ago we left behind the comfort of home for a life of uncertainty on the road. It’s only been a few weeks but we’ve already learned so much about our little journey. Things we can and can’t live without, and how organization is key when living out of a suitcase! This weekend we’ll be making our way up to Northern California, after a relaxing week spent with family and friends
Being back in the office and comforts of home, I’m drawn back to of one of my favorite poems by Li Bai, who wrote this sometime in the mid 700s:
Gold vessels of fine wines,
thousands a gallon,
Jade dishes of rare meats,
costing more thousands,
I lay my chopsticks down,
no more can banquet,
I draw my sword and stare
wildly about me:
Ice bars my way to cross
the Yellow River,
Snows from dark skies to climb
the T'ai-hang mountains!
At peace I drop a hook
into a brooklet,
At once I'm in a boat
but sailing sunward... (Hard is the journey,
Hard is the journey,
So many turnings,
And now where am I?) So when a breeze breaks waves,
bringing fair weather,
I set a cloud for sails,
cross the blue oceans!
Also thanks to @gearwestalpine for keeping my feet comfortable the whole time.
‘A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.’ - Benjamin Franklin #ourlifeintransit ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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I'd be lying if I said this last trip didn't have any frustrations.
Despite investing in some super light gear over the years, our bags weighed in at 50 lbs (23kg) which made us hike at a snails pace. The trail turned into a swamp in stages, making us leap from one dry tuff of land to the next or navigate thigh deep creek crossings while trying not to fall over. We skimped on food, bringing no snacks on our first week long journey to save us from carrying anything extra (something we never usually do as we both get hangry easily). Our campsites while beautiful were infested with sand flies that bit us so many times we would wake up in panic in the middle of the night scratching those dozens of bites in pain. It rained nearly 100mm overnight on our second day and the wind was so strong on one river we were rafting, we were barely moving while going down rapids.
But somehow, on a beach at sunrise, you just seem to forget all those worries and not longer question why you think this is fun.
What's your favourite kind of type two fun?
One of the things Lauren and I want, as part of this lifestyle, is to share June with our friends and family. We love the idea of other people getting to experience what it feels like to live in or enjoy time in a beautiful tiny home. So if we’re nearby or you want to come visit, definitely let us know! 🙂
We don't see a lot of life in the desert. Much of it is under the rocks, deep in tunnels, waiting for the night to fall. But, occasionally, we have a visitor, reminding that this harsh but beautiful landscape is hardly desolate. Even along these dry valleys, we share the land.