I have to admit, this lifestyle is pretty great. Living in the mountains and adventuring around definitely has its perks. But, such is life, everything isn’t always just sunshine and flowers.
In fact, some days are really hard.
Our vintage Shasta has undergone a handful of renovations over the last few years, including lots of sanding, painting, sanding again, and repainting… We’ve torn out cabinets, put down new floors, and have basically demo’d the kitchen twice. As our wants and needs on this Life Rustic journey have changed, our little house has changed and evolved right along with us.
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.
