It’s the last day of the year 2016, and it seems like a fine time to reflect on this amazing journey. We are well past the halfway point and have reached somewhat of a geographical milestone. Up to now we’ve been in the west, ranging as far north as Pole Bridge Montana, just 20 miles from the Canadian border, then zig zagging all down through Wyoming, Colorado, Utah, New Mexico, and Arizona, then into Texas to the southern tip of Big Bend National Park. We have seen elk, deer, buffalo, bear and antelope by the hundreds. We’ve talked with marmots, squirrels, chipmunks, bugs, bees, snakes, and birds of all sizes, shapes and descriptions. Some even talked back and had their own tales to tell. We have been, too hot, too cold, too tired, too old, and just right. We have been in the rain, wind, snow, hail, and shaken in the night by booming thunder. It has been a glorious time indeed. But in a way it has all been familiar, we are from the west so we know the west. It’s our back yard, so to speak. What is different about today is, Rachel and I are heading for parts unknown; we are in southeastern Texas, on the Gulf of Mexico headed east into a landscape totally unfamiliar. Funny thing, when we arrived here at Goose Island State Park just north of Corpus Christi, it was after dark so we had no Idea what it looked like. The first thing I thought of when I saw it this morning was Humboldt Bay, just a whole lot bigger. The weather is bad today, cloudy and 65 degrees. As we move east I’m sure it will be quite different. Bayous, swamps and gators we just don’t have in the west. All this is made possible and much more fulfilling by all of you who have followed and supported us along the way. It means everything to share it with all of you. Thanks and happy new year.
Photo by Rachel