As I write this blog posting, it is 10:30am; you can see right away that we are not early risers. I should correct that – we are not early leavers. The little red trailer is wonderful in 1,000 ways, amongst them that it is cozy warm at night, and in the morning while the frost is on the ground, we are snug and toasty under a lovely feather duvet, our pillows from home, with little Katie snuffling and sighing and curled up in her little bed beside us. Tea, steeped the night before, is still hot in the thermos, and we enjoy a cuppa in bed, awaiting the sun to warm the trailer and evaporate the condensation from the windows.
Colin gets up first; it’s been very cold at elevation and around Bryce Canyon, so he bundles up and heads out to start some breakfast. Sometimes this is cereal and yoghurt, other times, like this morning, it is sausages and eggs (humane raised and cage free from – in all honesty a surprise – a tiny natural grocer in the roadside town of Escalante). Still inside, I get up, ferret out an outfit for the day, make the bed and tidy the little trailer, putting all things in their assigned place and securing shelves with cargo net so things don’t shift while in transit. These are easy and pleasant morning routines for us both, and provide a comfortable contrast to the ever-changing sights and sounds and discoveries of each day’s travels.
We’ve been on the road for three weeks and we feel very much at home. As it turns out, home is where the adventure is.
Missed less than anticipated: bathrooms
Missed more than anticipated: wifi, or even 3+ bars of internet service