Returning to nomadic ways

We have spent this past work week just trying to get back into the routine of van living on public lands. Lake Mead has been nice to us. We found a dirt road rough enough to keep most people from passing by and set down it. It then provided us a nice secluded spot with a view. Big Blue was parked to face the sun, put up on some blocks to level out, and then did not move for the rest of the week. The stresses of the past month has already begun to fall away.

Each evening we would take our chairs out and take time to enjoy the sunset as best we can. I will admit that we appreciated it a fair amount more this week, in part to it not being in our life the past weeks. The Coyotes are out in force around Lake Mead, and sunsets with the packs of coyotes howling brings back some fond memories. Overnights were spent with every single curtain rolled up and stowed away. Insulation be damned, Kerri wanted to see the stars of each night and the sunrise each morning. We even officially celebrated our five year anniversary (a few days late) here as we both agreed we simply could not celebrate it in an AAMCO parking lot.

.But it was here, and with sound minds, that we both agreed that we are seriously missing the sailboat. Specifically, I am missing the act of sailing (during the summer in the Puget Sound). Kerri just misses the boat itself. We do not foresee another winter in Big Blue after this. Instead we will travel by air to further destinations during those super-cold months in the PNW. Speaking of; it was below 20 degrees with snow on the ground up in Bellingham this week. I sure was happy to be in Big Blue in the south west. We have already left Lake Mead, heading further south to meet up with Leigh and Brian of Campendium.com. At least we will get something out of this winter trip in the van, which is already only weeks away from ending.