Years from now, when your skin has worn thin and your joints are rusted and creaky and won’t move anymore, what from your life will you look back to with fondness?
Me, when I am old and weathered, I will think of The Rugged Summer.
We’re well on our way down this Life Rustic road, and we’re still two very happy campers. We’ve made a few updates to both the little vintage Shasta and to our lifestyle, including a kitchen demolition and major change of scenery.
We even made the life-altering decision to install a composting toilet.
There is something otherworldly about giant pine trees swaying in glittery white dust, and sometimes the movement of the trees in the wind is deafening.
On the second day of the new year, my grandfather left this earth. Loved ones surrounded him for days and weeks, and when he departed, his children were by his side. Sometime before he left, Grandpa Ron asked me to tell him about Colorado, writing the request on his dry erase board.
I’ve gone off and done quit my job. QUIT. MY. JOB. The nice cushy one at the research hospital. The big girl job. The measure of my success. The one for which we dropped everything and moved. I must be crazy, right?!
This journey includes one little vintage Shasta, a few acres of untamed Colorado ranchland, and lots of trial and error as my husband Sean and I learn all about off-grid life.
