There's a thick fog hanging on the ground this morning. The ground is still covered in snow and a light, cold rain is falling. Winter is here. And, so are my seasonal blues. I spend hours tucked under a blanket, caught up in the words of Edward Abbey, living in my own Desert Solitare.
I dream about blue skies, big mountains, cutthroat, and the warmth of the sun in the high desert.
As I look back on my adult life, I can pinpoint a single defining moment, standing alone in the San Juan mountains. It's the moment I grew up, had the courage to chase my dreams, and to live authentically. I have pieces of those mountains scattered around my world, from rocks in a jar that I roll around in my hands, to the freckles on my face that still remain from that resilient sun. I fight everyday to get back to that place, back home. And, it seems all those actions have paid off. As of spring, Jacob and I will officially be at home in the Southwest.
It's not a decision we made lightly, nor one that was entirely easy, but for us it's right.
So, follow along on our journey! It's bound to be a wild ride!