These trailing stories of a road trip already in the rearview mirror are feeling a little irrelevant, I’ll post a couple more but that’s it. Catch me up, we’ve already parked our car on a farm outside of L.A, we’ve already been home to Mexico, briefly, and home to Australia, briefly, and moved ourselves and few possessions to New Zealand. Life happens at a little faster pace than you can write.
The wind around Cape Blanco lighthouse blew us south and into California, we knew we were nearing the state line well before we saw the sign; sliding down 101, the skies cleared and the ground a grew a little dryer, the ocean looked more approachable rather than a ‘might not be coming back’ scenario.
I’ve never been big on year by year resolutions, it’s moments like getting lost amongst two thousand-year old redwoods for the first time that conjure feelings of reflection and change for me, much like another persons New Years Eve.
Close to two months of camping, you’d think we’d be sick of it by now. Nope.