This weekend we came home.

Home to Pete, the farm, our animals, the Driftless. Home to the one and only place that has ever truly been home to us all.

And it has been delicious.

As for our time on the road, I can say with honesty that it ended too soon for us all. Four weeks out has us dreaming of six weeks or eight weeks or more, and we are already planning our next adventure.

Yet being home has been beyond lovely. Soft beds, room to stretch our legs, gardens and animals and woods calling us home.

And so… the journey is done.

It's bittersweet.

3718 miles, nine states, and countless adventures are behind us. There was a leaky camper with windows to duct tape against the rain, the ocean churning, new friends to meet, and new paths to explore. There were the inevitable ups and downs of living in a tiny camper and living in the moment of our life on the road. Now that we're home we're finding our deep roots once more.

 

Go with the flow.

Expect the unexpected.

Be kind.

And worry less.

Oh, yes. These things and more.

 

To everyone who welcomed us in our guided us along our journey during the past month – we are so thankful. Know that each of you are welcome here if your own paths wind this way some day. We'd be honored to share our home with you!

Thanks to Chris, Annette, Sam, and Maggie for fresh apples, soft beds, and a trip to the falls; to André, Heather, Marguerite, Cedar, and Ruby for and endless open door and a home for us in Vermont; to Amanda, Steve, Ezra, Adelaide, Harper, and Anabelle for good conversation, kayaks and dress ups, and the soup they won't stop talking about. To everyone who helped us along the way, our heartfelt thanks for food and shelter, connection and community, and bath an laundry services along the way!

So much love.

Also thanks to Jamie and Ginny for nearly (so nearly!) hosting us on our journey before the hurricane rerouted our plans. We'll catch you next time, we promise.

What a journey it has been.

Home sweet home, indeed.

 

Love,
Rachel