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.
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.
