Raining Inside?

I'm sitting here in my camper listening to a podcast. I've parked up Spring Creek, just passed Almont, CO. I forgot how beautiful it is. I also forgot how nice it is to indeed be alone. No service, no people, 13 miles up a dirt road amongst tall canyon walls, fog hugging the trees, and the constant soothing sound of the river. Nature truly is therapy.

Last weekend my skylight door flew off, leaving it wide open. When I first parked today, it was pouring rain, and after a long day of travel, I lazily laid down on my bed and watched it pour in. I thought to myself, 'Why do I do this?' Followed by visions of a real bed with a firm roof over its head… one where a small rainstorm, inside, isn't possible. As frustrated and tired as I was, I gathered up my plastic wrap and duct tape to haphazardly patch the hole.

From such a small task, I got this powerful sense of accomplishment. I did that! For myself and by myself! I sat down and stared at my work; it still dripped a little, but, damn, it was looking good in my eyes.

I choose to live this life, and it's not always beautiful mountain views. Whether it's my camper ejecting off the hitch and problem solving to get it back on, cows ramming into the side of it 6am and chasing them off, or a little rain getting in, I find a way to overcome it. This life makes me feel confident, strong, independent, and capable! Although it may break me down, it builds me up in the best way.