A White Knuckle Wind Blows Strong
We bought our original tent, the one you see in the picture here, back in 2011. It’s … uh … Eagles Nest? I can’t remember. We bought it with the intention of camping somewhere in Wisconsin or Minnesota, which were both fairly quick jaunts, if four hours is quick to you, from our farmhouse in Iowa. We never got around to doing it. Shortly after we moved to Connecticut. Luckily, that tent would offer us a home while homeless in 2014. It had a few little claw holes from Mrs. Marple, (Yeah, I know, Miss, but Brian…) the kitten who visited with us while we were staying at the Bixby…
It’s Many Hundred Miles and It Won’t Be Long
There is nothing more important to me than being happy in life. That’s why Brian and I chose to be homeless, to move across the country with only a tent and our dogs, in search of the life we wanted. I will take risks to be happy. I know that money, security, and safety is important, but at the end of my life, whether it’s a year from now or fifty years from now, I don’t want my last thought to be, “I wish I’d…” I know it won’t be, “I’m glad at least I had some money.” When confronted with choices that risk happiness, I will go against the…
No Telling How All This Will Work Out
I have been jogging for a few weeks now. My only complaint about jogging, or any sort of prolonged walking/hiking, really, is the tendency for my socks to start slipping down into my shoes. This may just be something that annoys me personally and isn’t that big a deal to other people, but I doubt I’m the only person to find it obnoxious. So I’m going to tell you about something I bought on a whim when we were down in Wyoming in early July. We wanted to go hiking and had brought our hiking boots (Keen Targhee II – Women’s | Men’s), but I had forgotten to pack socks.…
Every Single Place I Roam
We went camping again. I didn’t take any videos this time because it’s not something I’m fond of doing, but also, I find myself living in the moment these days, not worrying about being able to see pictures of the moments later. Mostly… This time we went hiking by the reservoir in this picture: View this post on Instagram A post shared by Rebma Belanger (@suzzerpuss) on Apr 15, 2015 at 7:30pm PDT It didn’t look like that this year. The water was full of an odd spongy algae that was fresh and green on the rocky bottom and a drying brown on top, like a mushroom meringue.…
And Now You Are Wearing the Right Hat
We hadn’t returned to our favored campsite in Ten Sleep, Wyoming for five years, despite planning to go every summer — multiple times a summer, no less. A week or two ago I suggested we head that way, kind of in an off-hand way, the way I might suggest we hike the Appalachian Trail or start a dandelion farm. However, Brian ran with the idea, and so we went. We are both in much better shape than we were five years ago. Instead of hanging out in the tent, watching Duck Dynasty on the laptop, and drinking whiskey while we watch coyotes hop around nearby, we decided to go out…
