By the time you are reading this, my mom and I will have covered approximately 3200 miles by car and trailer.


Up mountains, down valleys, through towns, across cities, upon freeways, through tunnels, around acres, and under big skies. On Tuesday, we ┬áhad the wonderful pleasure of going to Cleveland, Ohio, and enjoying a nice 2 day long stay with my sweet cousin Janelle, her wonderful husband Nik and their darling daughter Averie. It was such a treat to live in their world for a couple days, enjoy a home cooked meal with them, catch up on all of life’s business and even have time to watch The Revenant. (Gasp! I’m still having dreams about that bear scene.)

Yestersay, we said our goodbyes to the family and headed even further east into upstate New York. Such beautiful country that is! We took the back country hills through Utica, and enjoyed the scenic rolling hills, marveled at the signs that promised farm fresh eggs and dairy fresh milk, and passed a few Amish families tilling their soil. It felt like a different world out there. So simple, so refreshing. Pulling into our campsite during the golden hour, right along the Mowhawk River, it felt like we were right back where we belonged. We picked up some local beer (that’s a given), got some fixins to make taco salad, and made ourselves at home in the foothills of the Adirondack mountains.



Today, we pulled out of camp at 9 am sharp, and headed east, once again, to a place that I have had in my heart for quite a long time: Vermont. I think my ‘minor’, ahem, obsession started with the movie White Christmas, since that is the setting of the movie, and really hit an all time high when I saw the movie Baby Boom, w