Every trip needs a place to begin - and this is ours. Our home.
The place we leave from, full of excitement and a spirit of adventure each spring - and the place we return to months later with a priceless collection of memories and experiences.
It's not that we don't like being home - we love it. But there is something magical about being on the road in a home we can take with us. Once you've experienced that kind of freedom it's hard to imagine settling down in one place for long.
Life is simple on the road. Everything around us belongs to someone else. We can wake up in the morning on the banks of the Mississippi River, watch the barges go by, and then get back on the road without having to mow the lawn, prune the trees or paint the fence.
We don't get a newspaper, don't see the news on TV and avoid it as much as possible on the internet. It's surprising how sane and beautiful the world can be when you're not bombarded daily with all it's ugliness and stupidity. If we encounter something bad along the way, we deal with it as best we can and move on. We're not stuck wallowing in it, and fuming over things we can do nothing about.
There is a compelling beauty to that - and we hope some of the beauty shines through these journals of ours. It is our way of inviting you - the people we care about to ride along with us and enjoy the scene. To that end we will be getting on a plane March 28 and heading back to Florida - to begin wandering our continent again as we did on our 2007coast2coast journey. We hope you will join us.
The pictures above show our home in California and some of our family and events for the two and a half months we were there between trips. We also spent time with my daughters Dianna, Christi and Adrianna, and with our other granddaughters Nicole, Natasha and Anissa. If there is any downside to this life it is missing our family and friends while we're gone.