Follow us on Instagram!These two. ❤️Turns out camping with a baby and two olders was not a relaxing choice. There were swarms of mosquitoes, I woke up every 45 mins, whisper screamed SHHHHHHHHH (on repeat) at everyone , forgot the salsa, froze my ass off... However, a fantastic choice WAS impulse buying the @backporchcoffeeroasters pour-over pouches. (swipe) I didn’t loud scream at my husband or kids because I was too busy enjoying my coffee 💆🏻♀️ @backporchcoffeeroasters if you would like to sponsor a tired camping mama, I will happily join your professional coffee drinking team. You know where to reach me. At least we got some pretty pictures 🤷♀️ #bendcoffee #campingwithkids #suckssometimesHappy belly. Happy life.For his 3rd birthday all he wanted was bike time 🚲 The sweetest day for the sweetest boy I know. We love you C-doo! Happy Happy BirthdayThey are makin’ some big plans out there and I think it’s going to end with Cedar stealing all the marshmallows. #natureplay #getoutside #ourlocalplaygroundMy girl fishes in off the shoulder dresses 👗 🎣 💥
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Life is full of surprises. Positive or negative, these surprises validate for me the existence of something larger and more powerful. My spiritual journey is evolving and while I don’t know for certain what this larger and more powerful thing is, I can say that it is constantly providing me with opportunities to expand my definitions and challenge my perceived capabilities.
The most recent surprise was receiving the devastating news of my Aunt’s imminent passing. I don’t think it was a coincidence that receiving this news aligned with the once in a life-time opportunity to travel through Nuwara Eliya tea country and spend time with the majestic Sri Lankan Elephant. On the surface it may sound like I am lessening the severity of the news or that these events are wildly disconnected, but I think the world works in mysterious ways.
The journey of the tea leaf.
Sri Lanka. The clean, majestic, natural beauty of this country left me breathless and there is no better way to experience this than from a window of the train. This day was out of a dream. Maybe it’s my love for period movies combined with a deep yearning to be back in nature but this experience is one I will never forget. It’s worth a trip to this country just to ride the train.
I am gitty. Heart fluttering over the moon freakishly happy. I want to jump up and down and yelp! Something in my soul yearns for accents, diversity and newness and I’m here. It’s here. With each person I see that is on the surface, so different from myself, I feel like I’m experiencing something so very special. For so long I have craved more variety in my life and environments where I can walk out the front door and be confronted with opportunities to learn and grow. To me, it feels comforting to hear different languages and accents, different colors and clothing. It makes me feel like I am a part of something. There is so much of this beautiful world to see and explore, that even the few minor frustrating moments of traveling, are so deeply worth it when in the end it’s pushing my square or small perceptions of people and culture.
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Today my daughter and I embark on a new chapter in both our lives. For her, this chapter may hold her earliest memories. For me, I hope this chapter will be that portion of my life I dream of when I am much older and no longer able to jet set around the world with my daughter in tow.
When our friend Greg announced he was going to run one hundred miles for the Zion 100, I jumped at the chance to make supporting him, a vacation for us. We explored many different options for the trip, bike touring was on the table for a while, taking the camper trailer, backpacking… when finally what seemed like the best way to do it all was to leave the camper trailer at home, make reservations for hotels and campgrounds, pack up the car, load the mountain bikes, and hit the road.
We arrived at our secluded jungle bungalow around 1am after an exhausting but exciting 14 hour travel day. Chasing a toddler around two busy airports, keeping her from climbing up the chair in front of us, and constantly worrying about who she might be disturbing is draining. There are only so many rides you can take on the moving walkway, with her twisting herself up, shrieking and refusing to walk on her two feet before you are ready to hand her off to a stranger and hit the bar.