August 13, 2018

The People We Meet On The Road

"A journey is best measured in friends, rather than the miles."
Tim Cahill
We are on a short hiatus of travels as we assist our family during some trying times. But this respite gives us time to reflect on the treasures found during our life on the road over the last ten years.
We have been blessed with so many wonderful friends. And like the myriad of shades on a painter's palette, they have never stopped illuminating the strokes on our canvas of life. Their friendship has kept the "chills" away and their light breathes back life during those most needed times.
Many of our dearest and lifelong friends are those who we have met during our stints as camp hosts, countless road trips and/or as Imkelina says "everywhere." So it is no wonder that "destiny" becomes such a powerful reason for us to create more experiences. Synchronicity has embraced us and will forever change our lives. Our paths may yet cross, as it truly is a small world.
We have a very large "tribe" and our stories of friendship could be endless. These unique meetings that we have drawn to us have been without the typical parameters/judgements of our culture i.e, race, politics (this current administration provides many trials), financial wealth or religious beliefs. That is not to say that we have not had many a spirited conversation for which I have gone to bed pretty pissed, but our friendships are strong and everlasting, easily weathering the many tests through the years. 
We work our entire lives building friendships, childhood friends, school friends, neighborhood friends, college friends, work friends, best friends, boyfriends or girlfriends. Friendships make us who we are and offer something totally unique. They bring something new to our lives, inspiring us to see us and our world a totally different way. They give us a shoulder to lean on and a cheerleader to to root us on. 
No friendship is an accident or who we have known the longest. Our friendships can be compared to a sprinkle...short, yet impactful and others like a downpour...heavy, continuous, never ending. Our needs change over time and thus, so do our friendships. We detach the old with love and embrace the new with the same. One constant though, our friendships must nourish and refresh our souls.
A heartfelt thank you to all of you within our beloved tribe. Over the years you have been our mentors, our inspiration and our storytellers of life. We look forward to a lifetime of being part of this wanderlust fellowship.

At Waypoint: the West

April 17, 2018

Tuttle Creek...Reluctant Homeward Bounders

"Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. 
You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey."
Tad Williams
Well we squeaked out a couple more days by convincing ourselves we need to dump our tanks after all these wonderful days of dry camping...a lame excuse (we have a full hook-up rv pad at our home). But we desired more magnificent views, more moments to embrace the stillness that accompanies being and we wanted to bathe in that lingering capacity to pull in the power of these mountains peaks. So we let this High Sierra range seduce us and we drove a few miles south to Tuttle Creek Campground.
Those of you that are part of our inner circle, know that our reluctance to head "home" is not because we live in an asphalt jungle studded with traffic jams, smog and mirages of natural landscapes. Our Central Coast Hidey Hole on the shores of the Pacific Ocean is our Camelot...beautiful, peaceful, protective and very nourishing...but it is no secret...the mountains are my narcotics.

off leash heaven

Owens Dry Lake Bed at dusk
Inyo Mountains
Sierra Nevada view site
Tuttle Creek
Tuttle Creek was the perfect farewell to our Getaway to the Gateway. Sydney and Kiah had plenty of game trails to follow and Imkelina had acres of high desert wilderness to create a new route to Whitney...she always tries. The campground features 
spacious sites, endless views south toward Owens Dry Lake Bed, the Inyo Mountains to the east and the Sierra Nevada pinnacles to the west. The soothing sounds of Tuttle Creek could easily hypnotize you as it meanders through the campground, while the dark heavens cast spells of infinite universes while showcasing millions of bright starlights.  
Although we had to "pause" this short getaway to return to family, we knew full well that the Hwy 395 Gateway will never stop beckoning us to return. This wondrous corridor knows we will never stop inhaling the fragrance, emotions and power of the mountains.

At Waypoint 36.5666, -118.1237