After my hardest two weeks of the trip so far, it was time to head to Michigan for Thanksgiving. I was feeling pretty emotionally beat-up and was ready for the road to go easy on me for a bit.
Tag: vanlife
Utah
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It has been a while since I’ve written anything. I’ve been keeping a diligent journal but by the time I finish that, I’m out of words for the day. So I’m going to retell what I’ve done and where I’ve been the way I would have if I had written this right after each of those places in an attempt to keep the integrity of the experiences and feelings. Ok, here we go…
Wyoming and Idaho
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.
The Beginning
I don’t know where the days are going but suddenly I’ve been living on the road for a week. And what a week it has been.
Plot Twists
In the weeks following my Sedona trip, I really hit a rough patch. To those of you who had to ride the daily roller coaster with me, thanks for sticking it out with me. For the rest of you, here is what happened.
