It's Friday the 13th...and it is March.
We are still working on posts for adventures that happened 30 days ago...blame it on slow internet, being really remote and being really busy "recreating"!
We've been on the road for over 3 months now...it seems longer than that.
It's been magical. A life dream realized.
Far beyond our wildest "could this ever happen" hopes.
Sights we never imagined we would ever see.
In addition to being blessed beyond measure...we've come to realize some things during our adventures.
It's truly not about what we've seen...
It's more about what one feels when seeing it...
...the emotions...
...the thoughts...
...the feelings...
It's about how each new adventure touches you personally.
And how one is changed from the experience.
We've watched a condor soar...danced on the rocks...climbed the mountain...hiked in the hail...had the chance to be eight all over again...laughed at our fears...and held on to each other tight.
And adventures do not require a trip to the Grand Canyon.
...it can be a moment in time in our everyday...
...something that makes us stop and really see...
...an event that puts us in the present...
...maybe touching our life in some small way...
...maybe even creating a change in direction...
...and it is seeing the handiwork of God...
The grace of a bird soaring in flight, the beauty of a sunset, or the sparkle of light in the eyes of someone you love...
And we are done...for now...
We're both ready to see Windy Hill again...
To rest our eyes on the familiar...
So tomorrow we start a new adventure...
We are going home...
We want to stand on Windy Hill and look to our distant hills...
...to smell the fresh of spring
...to see Maples budding forth
...to feel the bright yellow-green of emerging life
...to breath in the fresh and growing
...to watch a new fawn dance on spindle legs
And to give our family some long-missed hugs.
Let the adventure continue...













