❤️🏈💙 Sacrificing the “O” for the sake of a Hamilton banner photo 🎭 The thing I miss most about RVing full-time? Sunsets. Sure, there are sunsets at home, but there are also houses and businesses and window curtains that block the view. Living in a small box in the middle of nature kind of forces you to pay attention to what’s going on outside, and sunset was always my time to pause life and watch. Just taking those 10 minutes to remember the world was bigger than me and my problems that day was like a beautiful, humbling reality check. Biiiiiig big world, iiiiiiitttty-bitty husband 💛 Part of me wishes I made Andy move to center so this was more symmetrical, but I can already hear him quoting an old professor that “symmetry is for the artistically boring.” Truth? I don’t care. I still like it. Maybe I’m boring. .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ On a different note, why don’t all hotels have windows that open?!? It looks tiny, but that’s actually a massive cruise ship down there. Geiranger wasn’t really our favorite- mostly because it’s a town built up solely for tourists and super busy- but from up here, with some serious god-rays shining through, it was easy to see what the fuss was about. When mom nails the candid 📸 This picture has taken me a really long time to post- one year and one month to be exact- because of the story behind it. It’s long, but I promise it’s worth it.....⠀ .⠀ This was the weekend we spent in Sequoia-King’s Canyon National Park. It was also the weekend my grandpa passed away. ⠀ .⠀ So many things seemed to go wrong that Sunday morning- we overslept, the snow was worse than expected, and the road to get to our planned hike was closed. Overall? It was a shitty morning. Instead of blowing the entire day, we found a shorter, closer trail to Little Baldy. As we hiked up, we passed one other couple right at the start, but that was it. “Do you think we’re the only ones here?” I asked, hoping it would be the bright spot to the day. We climbed and climbed and as we approached the top, it was obvious we were alone. A storm system had been rolling in, and the darkening clouds were beginning to swirl up around us. Andy stayed back to take some pictures as I walked towards the edge of the granite cliff face. The closer I got, the more my breath began to tingle and tighten in my chest. The cold air was all-consuming... exhilarating and exciting and slightly scary. It felt powerful, more powerful than anything I have ever experienced. I got lost in the moment, and stood there facing the sky while it took over my body. ⠀ .⠀ After coming back to reality, we decided it was time to head down, before the storm fully caught up to us. We ate a quick lunch, cheers-ed a beer, and started heading back. Then, about halfway down, something stopped us dead in our tracks. On the side of the trail was a fallen log, and sitting on that log was a rose quartz orb. A polished crystal circle sitting smack dab in the middle of this fallen tree. There was no way we missed it on the way up, right? How could this just appear? There was no one else around, so it’s not like someone left it. It scared me a bit, this random find, and I half-jokingly ran my finger over a dark streak and told Andy it was someone’s soul in there, but something in me said I should keep it. When we got back to the RV, I looked up what rose quartz could mean. The main one? Unconditional love. **continued in comments Ahhh Nyhavn, you are as pretty as I thought you’d be ✨ Washington? Oregon? Somewhere in the stunning #pnw?⠀ .⠀ .⠀ Nope, just a little hidden New York gem. ⠀ #rimby #ilovenewyork #secretspot #thisiscoveredinsnownow

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