I had been to Taos twice before this already. I had now been back to Taos more times than I had been back to Utah since I had hit the road.
Van Life
Give me a Brake
I had just pulled up to my campsite, dirty and exhausted from backpacking, to find that the stuff I had left behind was nowhere to be found.
One Year
Today is a big milestone for us. One year of life on the road. It’s overwhelming and incredible and still hard for me to grasp that I’ve actually been out here this long.
At the same time though, life before Forrest feels like such a tremendously long time ago.
A Different Pace of Life
I watched my boyfriend drive away in his rental car and I wiped the tears from my eyes. It wasn’t a breakup, so why did it feel like one?
Maybe it’s because we didn’t know when we’d see each other again. The uncertainty gave me nothing to hold on to. Or maybe it’s that I was now back in Steamboat Springs, just 2 months later, crying in my van alone over a guy again.
Either way, it was too quiet in the van. I got back to my campsite and it felt so empty. There was nobody to bump into, half the closet had nothing in it, and the silence was almost unbearable.
I needed an adventure.
A Very Full Van
Life in Utah was becoming pretty comfy again. I had already been back for a whole month at this point.
My boyfriend and I had spent every single day together since our first date. We filled our time with all sorts of adventures and were really enjoying every minute together.
We were both itching to get on the road again though, but this time we’d be going together.
