Author Archives: Laura

Home! What a nice campsite!

Home

We’ve been home just over a week and… well… we like it. The trailer is only partly unpacked and everywhere we look there are projects, projects and more projects. But, unlike our previous visits, we have time. As thrilling as our first day home was, day 2 was a bit frightening. This is no visit. This is the real deal. We live here. What will that be like? Will we be happy here? Only time will tell but the fear has faded and all of us, animals included, are settling in quite nicely. Our first projects were to buy the flat screen television that Steve has been patiently waiting for, and a piece of furniture to put it on. That’s accomplished and just like coming home, it is even better than expected. The picture is beautiful and when there’s nothing on TV, it serves as “wall art”, displaying photos of people and places we love in a slideshow. Grace and Emmett live and in person would be much preferred, but seeing them larger than life on the living room wall is sweet too!

Steve with his new tv

As much as we’re loving being home, we love camping. So, it seems right to make our house the most comfy campsite yet. Washing machine fire pits are “the thing” at Seacliff Beach and when I noticed an old washing machine drum outside the shop at Helen and Bob’s I was excited. Helen said it “came with the ranch” and promptly gave it to us. Then in Montana we hit the mother lode of vintage tractor seats, treasures that I had been lusting after ever since sitting on an old plow at Beanie and Jim’s property over a year ago. We dragged those, and some old milk jugs, home too. Some might find it odd to have a camp fire ring in your front yard but it feels just right to us.

But what’s missing in our campsite? Could it be you? Visitors, please!

campfire

Perfection

This minute, right now, life is perfect. I’ve been with people I love and am on the way to see people I love. I am in one of my absolute favorite places with the person I love most in the world. And my dogs. And Grayson. And nobody else. The temperature is lovely. John Hyatt is singing in the background, only slightly more present than the river serenade outside. I have time, blissful time, to do what I want and no need to do anything unless I want to.

Life is good. I am happy.