we are on the verge of another adventure.
this summer has been quite different from the last, and i keep finding myself looking back and remembering where we were at exactly this time.
then i become sad.
i miss traveling. i miss everyday as an adventure. i miss all the fiascoes.
mostly i miss waking with my husband, and the smell of french press coffee.
we are off again, soon in fact, and again i will have adventure. this will be shorter, as we now have jobs and a house and the things they come with.
but, for two glorious weeks i will not. i will have climbing, and the wild spaces of wyoming, french pressed coffee, and my husband in a very small bed.
right now, i am overwhelmed with all that needs to be done. trailer cleaned, packed, registered, watered, filled with necessities. house shut down. truck, our poor handsome truck needs something as he will not start.
and, we've left it all until this very last minute.
true nelson fashion.
isn't this is how all great adventures start
in total chaos?
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