As I’m writing this I’ve officially been on the road for 3 weeks. I’m huddled under blankets with a hot cup of coffee, parked in a snow-covered campsite in the middle of Logan Canyon, Utah, just a couple hours north of Salt Lake City. I have no cell service, my fingers are frozen, and there are free range cattle outside my door. It’s quiet: just the sound of an occasional airplane overhead, the cattle in the distance, and my fingers hitting the keys of my computer. Dakota is tucked in a tight little ball at my side, dreaming of adventures, and trying to stay warm.
Jenny, Dakota, and Forrest the Van
