I wrote this a few months ago, in hopes to submit it somewhere or just capture our story. Anyways, as our trip comes to a close in the next few days, it sums up our 9 months well.
ONE BIG ADVENTURE
My mom worked at KFC and skied at Vail. My dad painted houses and ski bummed at Alta. My brother fitted rental boots at Heavenly. So inevitably I married a snowboarder turned backcountry skier who lured me on a life changing road trip, followed by a winter of ski bumming the Sierras in Tahoe.
I actually like working. I’m an art director who loves solving creative problems. So when my husband and I quit our jobs and headed out on a road trip, camping and living out of a highly-organized Subaru Outback, I feared I would get antsy. But creative problems turned to a different kind of problem; little puzzles to figure out throughout our day, most that are absent in a conventional life of conveniences. Puzzles dealing with camping, climbing, traveling, hiking, gear, fishing, laundry, dishes, cooking, and just plain living on the road.
Last August, we said our Minneapolis goodbyes and traveled to Glacier, then up to Banff, west to Squamish, and down the coast, visiting national parks, climbing spots, and beautiful scenery. And in December, we pulled our Subaru into the dirt driveway of our winter home, a cabin, heated by wood, on the west shore of Lake Tahoe. We’ve swapped the climbing gear for the skis and skins. And the camping stove for a Franklin stove. Our days of climbing and hiking turned to skiing and skinning. We’ve been backcountry touring the Sierras, with Lake Tahoe over our shoulder, savoring bluebird days at Squaw and Alpine, and grueling cross-country skiing on the powder-starved days.
After 6 months of just the two of us, every day is still an amazing, new adventure. We found what we were looking for. We found the good life of peace, simplicity, happiness, and ever-changing natural beauty. Wherever we are, our constants are each other, our far-from-serious attitude, our Subaru Outback, our beloved gear and the stars above us. So last weekend, as we made up a ritualistic snow dance on the shores of the lake, hoping for some fresh flakes, we knew in that moment, underneath the stars and the moon, that life was truly good.
Plus, it snowed the next day.