The fact that I’m sitting here writing a blog post about why my family and I will be packing up a 5th wheel and traveling the United States for a year, reminds me of that handsome adventure I married 17 years ago.
I’ve always thought of myself as somewhat of a free-spirit, even though it’s probably more along of the lines of “I wish I were a free spirit” – but still my imagination has made me a modern day hippie in so many ways. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to travel. I always thought it was because we didn’t do much traveling as a family when I was growing up. We did make some weekend jaunts to Wyoming for family reunions and we loved our long drives in the mountains, visiting old mining towns and cities. Other than that, travel wasn’t a part of what we did. Don’t believe me? My first commercial airplane flight was when I was 25 and that was flying to Mexico for my honeymoon. Exactly.
