After the warm-up, we spent two weeks at home in Park City before taking off. In between all the packing and decluttering, we found time to swim, bike, and catch up with friends. As the chaos of prep dialed up, Justin’s cooking brought some real peace and love into our days.
For some reason I have been wondering a lot about how I’m going to feel when we get back. Maybe it’s because I’m in the place we will return to. This home. This town. We moved here five years ago. We’ve grown some real roots. More than anything here I love the outdoors, the trail out our back door and my friends. Those feel like evergreen loves. But how will I be different a year from now? Time will tell.
I’m writing this on the eve of our departure. Bags are packed. House is tidier and cleaner than ever. It’s got a bit of the night-before-Christmas feel mixed with night-before-first-day-of-school feel. More than anything I am very excited to get on the road with the family.
And now we’re off. It’s hard to believe. The journey begins. Small packs and big hair :)
Scenes from Salt Lake airport: the dropoff and the airport therapy dog. Yes, there is a bike coming with us through the European leg of the journey. Justin will be writing a new chapter in his bike racing chronicles. Park City, au revoir!!
Scenes from the modern miracle of air travel, plus yours truly doing her best Steve Zissou impression surrounded by Pringle ducks.
Comments