On this day, two years ago, we were down to our final hours in Great Falls. We had planned on hitting the road in the morning, but we were still waiting for something to arrive in the mail, so we waited. And while we did so, we went to the sporting goods store in search of some good walkie-talkies so Rob and I could communicate whilst driving. We picked out a great pair promising coverage for up to 30 miles. We quickly learned that that must have been a typo, and that what they really meant was 30 feet, but that is another story…
So, where was I? Ah yes, August 25, 2012. The day we were pointing Waldo’s nose away from Great Falls, with no intention of returning. The day we were driving away, literally, from what felt like the worst decision we had ever made. We were setting our restless spirits free.
August 25 just sounded like the perfect day to set out on such a journey. And so after months of planning and anticipation, we were finally ready to hit the road. I think it is safe to say that many people doubted what we were doing, they questioned our sanity. Quite honestly, I think many of them still do, and I cannot say that I blame them. After all, why on earth would a family of 5 move (voluntarily, I might add) into a motor home totaling about 240 square feet? That, my friends, is a very good question.
So here we are, celebrating two years of wandering aimlessly around this beautiful country of ours. As I look back over the last couple of years, I see a whole lot of things: new places, new states, new jobs, new friends. We have laughed and cried, been overwhelmed both with joy and frustration. We have doubted our own abilities and questioned our own sanity.
But what I do not see is regret. I do not regret taking this path. I do not regret taking chances. Or trying new things. The truth is that we were at a crossroads and a decision had to be made. I will be the first to admit that it has not all been peaches and cream, but I do not regret our choice. It is quite the opposite, really. I am extremely grateful for this priceless adventure called… life.
The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.