reality check

it's a brisk morning. i know this more from under the covers than i do from actually breathing the air. as i sit in the quiet of the kitchen, the squeal of the kettle is the only sound. i hover over it, with my tattered gloves to feel the warmth from the steam...soon! coffee.

cup cradled, it's a ritual i will never give up. but this morning i am feeling the heavy reality of my existence and the rituals that fill it up, because soon these will all change.

van life/trailer life in a PNW winter.

the excitement most times is enough to keep my head in the positive. but this am, with the chill scratching at the windows, i am thinking more along the lines of...how the fuck will we pull this off?

raw land, no water, no electricity. enough brambles to feed a hefty army of goats and no immediate dwelling other than our 76 chevy van, Rico. A husband, a pup and a wife who needs lots of personal space. Van. Space. Van. Space ?

this is where the Spartan comes in. "a dream in a can" is what i say.
a restoration project to humbly work on during this chilly & wet season. maybe the pot of gold at the end of Black Bear Rd........................