Ok, so it’s been far too long since I have composed much of anything on this site, which is supposed to be about travelling and doing things related to it, but given the COVID-19 and how busy we have all been, we have been busy with life to the point where I haven’t been able to sit down and actually compile my thoughts.

I am not going to get much done here. I am sitting at Billy’s kitchen table, checking in on work and wanted to get a post out here to get the site back with some fresh content. We are in Jackson, Wyoming and we have been on the road for over a week. We started from Kirkland and drove straight to Missoula, making great time. We are towing a brand new 2020 Forest River Cascade Travel Trailer, which I must say has been AWESOME! We have had no major issues with thus far, except for a couple of minor things. Gas mileage has been about 7.5 miles to the gallon, (2013 Toyota Seqouia).

The KOA in Missoula was our first stop and my god, I will book that place over and over again in the future. It is paradise and just outside one of my favorite cities in the world. It’s just such a fun town and really not terribly far away from Seattle– but it is JUST a little bit too far for a weekend getaway, but if we lived in Spokane, MAN– I would be there ALOT.

There is just something about Montana that has always spoken to me in huge ways. It has been 25 years since I last officially worked in Yellowstone Park and I think about all of it more often than anything else. I first started there in 1994, 21 years old. It was a life changing experience for me and when they days are the darkest, I often look back on those days and the self-reflection I took during those times — it was the place where I really started to look inward at my own self and attempted to identify who I was becoming. Did I become that person that summer? When I returned the next summer, was I another person? Did I become that person? The short answer is no. That doesn’t mean that person from both of those summer isn’t still here with me and my family now, but it’s now such a broad paint stroke of different colors coming together– and surprisingly, it’s not gray.

Each time I pull into places like Missoula or Jackson or the greater Yellowstone ecosystem, all the tensions of the working world seem to wind themselves down and I reset myself. Buying this big fancy travel trailer this summer helped us to make this happen.

— To be continued.