We came home a couple days ago. I decided to go back the way we came and leave the Grand Canyon for another time. It really felt like the kind of thing you set out to do rather than the last leg of the trip. I want to savor it, but honestly something strong told me not to go that way. I knew before we even arrived in Aspen that we wouldn’t drive through Arizona and that I needed to re-route our trip back. It was like an ominous whispering from my deepest point of intuition. I have learned after many years of blindly neglecting these powerful gifts never to ignore them again.
Also, the spontaneity of being able to change your plans last minute is so liberating I couldn’t really stop doing it! I fell completely in love with waking up at five am and hitting the road. I would walk the dog at dawn, only slightly concerned about early morning encounters with large animals, then unplug my rig and hit the road. My girls would be tucked in bed and slumbering away for hours before they would wake up and join me.
Listening to music quietly and feeling so involved in the morning scenes that unfolded in front of me became cathartic solitary moments of bliss. It reminded me of when I am out in nature hiking and I can’t wipe the grin off my face because I feel so at ease.
After a breathtaking day in Moab and a lovely, rainy evening camping in Red Cliffs Canyon we made a group decision to drive home a day early just because we could! We were done camping for the moment and excited at the idea of our cozy home and family and friends. The lovely solitude of nature with all of its treasures is perfect for me but I know that if I push it for too long my children will eventually resist it.
We all loved coming home and when I look at my sweet smelling dark wooded house with all of my style and taste I always feel so unbelievably lucky. It really is such a wonderful place to come home to with all its warm familiarity.
I’m a bit travel weary because lets face it, driving for nine hours in a regular car is exhausting but driving in a RV packs a bit more of a punch. Dropping down through Vegas with all the wind blowing the rig all over the highway for hours had my nerves totally fried, not to mention my shoulders ached and my arms throbbed.
I know that this kind of trip is easier with more than one adult. But I was tired of waiting and I don’t like to tell myself that I can’t do things, especially things that I dream about doing.
Still, the night after I dropped off my little mobile home and our adventure was truly at a close I couldn’t help but miss my Rig. I’m definitely not interested in owning an RV, but there was something about the way it made me feel, pulling into gas stations and checking the oil and the gages on the propane tanks and generators. I felt powerful and liberated. I was outside of societal expectation for two weeks and all I needed was a horizon. I still need a horizon but for now I am happy with the one that I can see from my front yard.
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