We spent our time with them rock
climbing in the bouldering gym where Brandie works, playing cribbage
while sharing high quality beers, sucking helium out of balloons
which left us convulsing on the floor with laughter, eating good
food, sledding, sight seeing in Flagstaff, watching a snow boarding
competition downtown, and visiting a great knitting store. Fun, fun,
fun!
Flagstaff welcomed us with snow and
icicles. It's quite a shock to the system, I tell ya. The day before we visited them, we lounged at the Salt River in our BATHING
SUITS. It's quite a shock to the system. Not only because
of the temperature difference, but also because Flagstaff is at 7,000
feet elevation, so breathing is a little different here.
Poor icicle bicycle... |
Bradley explaining proper rock climbing etiquette. |
Brandie and Eva sharing a laugh. |
Before all this fun, we were at the
Grand Canyon, remember? The day after the boys and I hiked in the
canyon, Steve and Bradley were supposed to hike all the way down and
come up the same day. Bradley couldn't go, so it was Steve by
himself. For mere mortals, this hike would take all day. For my
Über-husband Steve, the
whole 12 mile trip took four and a half hours. And that includes a
half hour break to soak his feet in the Colorado River. It is so
unfair that my man is so much faster, fitter, and stronger than I am.
And it's not because he has a regular exercise routine or anything.
It is pure talent and Viking genes, is what it is.
Although I am slightly bitter about
this, I mostly think it's awesome and quite handy to share my life
with a man who is so strong and rock solid and healthy. He came back
with wonderful pictures from his hike in the Grand Canyon. They have
a different feel than my pictures the day before because he went on a
day that threatened snow.
Now? We're are homeward bound, heading
North. I am ever so slightly apprehensive. I don't want to leave
the road and the sun yet. I don't want to be done with this
adventure that has turned out way, way more amazing than I ever
imagined. I am nervous about returning to my old life, which is so
much more hectic and structured and, yes, stressful than our life on
the road. Back home, we will jump with both feet into full time home
schooling, garden preparation, goat births and hoof rot problems, bills, paperwork, and in
Steve's case, hectic work. It's a life that I love most of the time,
and I hope with all my heart that I will love it as much as I did
when we left on our grand adventure.
Here is what I know:
Our dear friends and neighbors are
trying to lure us back. “We've had a few days of sunshine here”,
they write, “and we can't wait to have you home again.” These
people and our friends in the larger community are a big reason we
live where we do. We can't wait to see them either, share meals,
sing and play music, go for walks, do yoga together, share stories of
the past six weeks.
Here is what else I know:
My old, stinky dog Pluto will be very
happy to have us back, a house full of noisy kids and me, his one and
true love (At least I hope so. I hear that the neighbors and house
sitters have been spoiling him rotten, so I am afraid that he will
only open one eye when he sees me, wagging his tail once or twice,
and then go back to sleep.)
I also know that it will be time to
start my onion seeds in the greenhouse, and that March is not far
away, and that the first crocuses and daffodils will soon poke
through the earth. I know that my heart will skip a beat with joy
when I look out at the yard, into the garden, to the mountains in the
distance, and know that I am home.
Hallo du Zigeuner!!! Oh das hört sich alles sooooo aufregend und interessant an und ich beneide euch wirklich um eure gemeinsame Zeit und eure Abenteuer! Denn ja, zu Hause wird es wieder anders sein und der Alltag wird wieder zuschlagen! Aber genauso stimmt es, daß es genau das Leben ist, das du führen willst und in dem du dich wohl fühlst (mal von den up´s und down´s abgesehen). Ich wünsche dir auf alle Fälle ein gutes nach Hause kommen und drück dich ganz arg! Dicke Bussis Belli
ReplyDeleteIch druecke dich ganz arg zurueck, liebes Bellerchen! Mit meinen zwei Ziegen ist was nicht recht, da mache ich mir jetzt streng Sorgen, und es zieht mich zurueck nach Washington!
ReplyDeleteBussis!
i cannot wait to see u again! i have been loving following your blog
ReplyDeleteHey, who are you? It says Kai under your name...
DeleteKaisha! Sorry i dont give much about myself online or leave comments on blogs often. But i am excited that you are returning and hope to chat more. We are no longer using MBA but i would still love to keep in contact outside of that.
DeleteOhhh, now I get it!!! Awesome, I'm glad you followed my blog so you could participate virtually in our adventure! Yes, let's talk more when I get back. Are you still interested in getting La Mancha goats?
Deletedo you have babies coming? call me when you are home
DeleteYou are a beautiful soul, Corina. A beautiful blog and beautiful trip. So glad you guys made this adventure happen and had such a blast! xxoo
ReplyDeleteDear Margaret, thank you for your sweet words! We will drive up through Portland. Are you up for a short little visit Wednesday evening?
DeleteHugs to you!