It feels like an eternity since I wrote this (http://wander-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-west-3.html), and in some respects it feels like yesterday. In some sort of a weird transhumance ritual, we came up to the mountains of The West in the late spring, seven years ago. And now we are going back to lower ground, in the fall.
We don't have the three cats anymore, and the Toyota Echo that brought us across America has long been gone. We have one cat, who is getting to make the journey back, to his home state of North Carolina. Gypsy is sixteen and five months. This time, I will drive alone, if you're not counting Gypsy, and my husband is driving his truck which will be pulling our camper. Our camper will be our hotel throughout the trip. We will start the journey back in two days, but I wanted to get this out there, before my internet dies on us, tomorrow. Tonight is the last night in this house. It will feel weird, and lonely and empty, I am sure, but in many ways we have zero regrets, and are so excited about what lies ahead.
We have learned and grown beyond measure in the past seven years and we have seen a part of the world which many millions of people only dream of seeing. The Rockies have been our back yard, and we have not taken them for granted even once.
It it surreal, really – that we are not going to be able to jump in the truck, hitch the camper and drive to Nebo for the weekend or camp on the side of the road in Diamond Fork, jump in the Toyota and have dinner and see a concert in Park City at the end of a busy week. Surreal that we won't be spending any more weekends at Snowbird in the summer. But alas, the road is waiting and we must go. New adventures, new states to see, old friends to visit, and new ones to make.
I will try to post a little something every day once we hit the road, from all of the many stops we'll have across America. This land is wide open and waiting for us. Till next stop, from yet another state, perhaps … stay well, all, and for those of you in The West: thank you for seven years of friendship, neighborly love, and memories. We will miss you!
Gypsy supervising packing and wondering when are we ready to leave already.