About last year... That's it. TMB is finished. You've made it. Only in the end I understood: this trip was not about me. This trip was about you all along. All of the pictures I took were about my dog in the most amazing places.
You loved the cool water from the rivers, chasing marmots, meeting other dogs, try to get food from other hikers, running, jumping, and at the end of the day sleep for 10h close to me.
After we finished I couldn't sleep, so I drove across France all night long while you were sleeping. In the morning we went to the beach in Biarritz, to celebrate, because you love the beach.
It was the end. Now I have to move on. And it's so much harder than climbing mountains.
I have always been a big fan of “lets go take a drive.” Some days the only thing we get accomplished is driving down forest roads looking for a cool place to sleep. Sometimes we will pass a road and turn around to go follow it just because it “looks cool.” The pacific northwest national forests all contain mazes of forest roads. Sometimes they will go on forever with nothing interesting to see. Sometimes you will drive for miles and have to turn around because the road becomes too rough or a tree has fallen and blocked your way. Sometimes, more often than not, after miles and miles of looking we end up in a treed spot with no views. There is a lot of misadventure in “lets go take a drive,” here, and that is just fine with me. I have found the dead ends are always my favorite - they never lead to another place but sometimes, like here, the view and the fire pit at the end make you feel like you hit the jackpot! Falling asleep and waking up to this view of Mount Adams was pretty amazing! — #ilovemydog#rescuedogsrock#vanlife#dogmomlife