It’s been a big week. We are closing the final chapter of our current life and transitioning into the new one. The Old Man is now a doctor (non-medical), our youngest is now four, our house is empty, we’ve begun saying our good-byes to friends, and our van belongs to a new family.
Nerves are fried and coping skills are diminished across all six of us. Sadly, I am probably the worst offender on both fronts. And even sadder, it is me, the one who insisted we define our objectives for this adventure, who is struggling with the loss of our creature comforts in the midst of this transition. If only a snuggie or cozy sweatshirt wouldn’t take up so much volume in a pannier….
Spring is seemingly trying to finally break through, but not fast enough for our needs (or my personal comfort– reference the earlier voiced desire for a snuggie), so we will be rerouting through Portland to avoid the snow-packed trails when we launch on Friday. We will trade the first mountain climb for the renowned headwinds of the Columbia Gorge.
Now on to another last of this volume of life: our final date night for the foreseeable future.