The morning began in the most natural way possible: a slow breakfast of pancakes prepped right in our own kitchen, with the mountains we were about to climb framed perfectly in the window. There’s a certain magic in waking up exactly where you want to be, without the rush of a long drive or the constraints of a hotel checkout.
By mid-morning, we were at the base of the crags. Our youngest was the star of the show, navigating the stone with a focus that made us beam. Seeing her gain that confidence was everything.
After a day of pushing limits, we retreated to the comfort of our site. As the sky turned a deep indigo, we gathered around the fire. “Girls, you want some marshmallows?” I asked, as the sweet scent of roasting sugar filled the air.
Under the vast, dark sky, I pointed upward. “Look right there, girls, that's the Big Dipper.” The stars were brilliant, far from the haze of the city. “That's not something you can easily see in the city,” I said. “Kind of have to get out in the middle of nowhere!”
That’s the beauty of the RV life— having the "middle of nowhere" feel exactly like home.
