This Life of Mine
I love that my feet are never reeeaallllyy
clean even after I shower.
I love that I hold my breath every time I turn
the key in Honey’s ignition.
I love how Eyore has the personality of an old
man losing on bingo night.
I love my life.
I adore it in fact. Filled with
friends – new and old – and family – some of whom I’ve reconnected with due to
this road trip. If you’ve
noticed, as I have, I posted more consistently in the beginning
months. As time has passed along with
the miles, however, my posts have become more dispersed. This is partly due to service issues
throughout the many mountain passes we’ve traversed, but more importantly the
large gaps are due to being utterly immersed in what has become my new life.
Plunging into glacial lakes, hiking gorges,
breaking down, searching for campsites, and choosing the perfect wildflower for
my impromptu bouquet takes up a lot more time than you would think! I assumed my travels would inspire endless
blogs but instead it is my soul that has been inspired. Inspired to differentiate the air quality
passing through my lungs. Inspired to
discover new passions like poetry – reading and writing. Inspired to genuinely smile and listen to a
stranger discussing their love life.
Inspired to accept the farmer’s almanac as the only station reaching my
radio for 50 miles.
Thus, I hope that the following pictures and
mini synopses inspire you to finally open the door to a dream that you’ve kept
at bay for reasons such as fear, time, money, etc. Because life is too precious for excuses.
Accidently found myself a campsite on a farm. Turned out great…except when I realized this was an electric fence two seconds after the photo was taken. I’m convinced the herd set me up.
5:30 am sunrise over Lake Huron – Beachfront
camping in Michigan
Watkins Glenn State Park – “Gorge”ous hike though the breathtaking Gorge Trail
Frost and Em – Two beautiful souls I now call
friends. After serendipity collided our
paths in California, we met again for a spontaneous camping trip in Acadia
National Park, Maine. From coast to
coast, we know this is just the beginning.
Frost, Emily, and myself knew we’d be hungry
for the scenic loop drive…
Cameron, drove over 500 miles to
meet me and our grandmother in Maine before he leaves for his first year of
college football! Good luck, Cam!
Megan, thank you for your story in pictures. Love your journey. And the thankfulness that comes from the adventure.
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