Looking in rearview mirror of the last four years of our full time RV adventures, I see a road littered with memories…
The emotional up and downs of going through years of stuff and young boys sorting through piles of toys pondering what to store and what to give away. Little did we know that they would outgrow them before those boxes would be opened again.
Thing 1’s face at the sight of our new (used) RV being delivered. The RV I had to decide to buy without Brent because he was too busy with work to go look at it!
The lights of Ventura disappearing behind the mountains as we drove north on the 101 exchanging the known for the unknown.
Chasing deer, catching frogs, climbing trees, skipping rocks, getting stuck in mud, and building forts.
Collecting sharks teeth and seashells along the Gulf Coast of Florida.
A trove of plastic gold Junior Ranger badges earned by once eager little boys who pinned them to their vests with pride.
Cozy afternoons spent cuddling on the couch.
Our “epic” four months camping with friends and learning to snowboard in the wildly beautiful Rocky Mountains.
Long and short hikes, steep and flat hikes, wet and dry hikes, hot and cold hikes…each one a stamp on my soul reminding me of the majesty of our Creator.
Overnight stops in parking lots and rest areas where I forgot what was outside our RV windows because family, not a place, is home.
Two pink lines on a white stick that turned a quiet morning after a long night along the coast of Washington upside down.
Searching for and finding the perfect new RV.
A surprise baby shower thrown by a group of wonderful gypsy mamas.
The sound of Thing 1’s keyboard filling the RV.
The 6000 mile drive from Key West to Alaska with a 6 week old baby.
Being surrounded by the sublime wild that is Alaska.
Pulling into campgrounds after dark and waking up to glassy lakes and mountain vistas.
A pug who made it to 49 states before giving in to his failing body and saying goodbye in Portland, Oregon.
White knuckles and held breath while taking hairpin turns on Highway 1. (Note: don’t take Highway 1 to Fort Bragg if you are towing a 40’ fifth wheel. Take Highway 20 instead. TRUST me.)
Traveling with fellow RVers and the friendships that grew.
Big brothers bonding with with their little brother.
Snowboarding dates with my love. (How I loved living in a small space with this man.)
Bike rides through forests, down paths, and over desert rocks.
The smiling faces of friends, from Washington to Florida and everywhere in between, who graciously opened up their driveways and homes so we could reconnect.
Games of chess and family movie nights.
A family who is now complete.
Swimming with manatees, snorkeling, horseback rides on the beach, campfires, museums, glaciers, sunsets, battlefields, RVing at the beach, amusement parks, detours, breakdowns, gold panning, getting lost, boat rides, mountain ranges, wildlife, small towns, huge cities, a reality show episode, new friends…
I could go on and on about the places we’ve been and the things we’ve done but the last four years have not really been about places and things, they’ve been about simplicity and family.
A picture may be worth a thousand words but even that’s not enough to describe the love we have for our boys.
Our boys, who in four short years, became young men. Young men who tilt their heads downward to give me a kiss. Our boys who have not only grown in size but in number with the addition of Things 3 and 4.
They’ve taught us so much about ourselves, sometimes more than we wanted to know. Living in an RV has been challenging at times and every so often I wondered what the hell we were doing but mostly it was amazing. We wouldn’t trade anything for these four years spent exploring the country in the RV with our boys.
There is nothing we wouldn’t do if we knew it was best for them.
Even give up the life we love so much, our life on the road.
Soon I’ll share the details of why we have chosen to give up RVing with our family full time and later I’ll share what’s next for us but today I’m just going to remember and give thanks for the time we had on the road together.
Thank you for being part of the journey. We hope you stick around as we figure out the next chapter.
Love and Laughter (and tears),
Jenn and Brent
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