I feel at home, but in a very different way than I ever have. It is harder to live on the road than it is to live in a home, no doubt. Somehow though, living this way is ever so fulfilling. Like I’ve earned my hot shower, the warm food, the California King bed, even the cross breeze through the windows.
We have reveled in mountain top night shoots, hung a hammock in the middle of a snowy forest, smoked at the Great Sand Dunes, dipped our toes into numerous hot springs and met new and interesting folks along the way. Crazy to think that the adventure wasn’t even halfway over.