Tuesday, October 21, 2008

State Bird of Maine

The Breakwater in Rockport Harbor

Me and Zach

Dad and Bridgette

Me and Dad

We don't know these people ...

Bridgette feeling the wind in her hair

"I'm pretty sure the state bird of Maine is a rock." -My dad

Just had to share a couple of shots from this weekend. We had a great time enjoying each other's company and the changing leaves! We ate good food, got our feet wet when the water washed over the breakwater, and hiked up to some beautiful views. Thanks, Dad and Bridgette, for coming to hang out with us!


Saturday, October 18, 2008

Leaves, Tablecloths, and Cars ... OH MY!

Fall surrounds the Bonny Street pond

52 custom tablecloths ... AHHHHH!

Black Dog's glamor shot

Zach and Nigel spanking it at the Union Rally Cross
(Zach got the fastest overall course time!)

Watching the course drive-through from a comfy seat

We're getting really excited about the move ...
It's happening really soon ...
But not before ...

Right now we're waiting for my dad and Bridgette to get into town ... they flew into Portland from Atlanta this morning and they're stopping at L.L.Bean before they arrive! Zach is making some kick-ass spicy chili and I'm the official taste tester. It's a beautiful day in New England; the leaves are peaking in their autumn colors, there's not a cloud in the sky, and I couldn't be happier to be alive.



Saturday, October 11, 2008

Two Weeks Notice

Owl's Head, Maine

Okay folks, two weeks until phase two of our journey around the country. I'm sick of rolling out pizzas, Zach is sick of delivering them, and hell if I can ever eat a pizza again. Check please! But hey, Maine has been good to us and I still can't believe that I've been lucky enough to experience a New England autumn. Zach has rediscovered his love of mountain biking and taught me a few things along the way, I've started sewing again and have some really awesome ideas for this winter, and Black Dog has met new friends and learned how to ride beside a bike without a leash. How can anyone complain?

So here we go, off to explore the wondrous West together with dreams in our heads, passion in our hearts, and a little cash in our pockets. And Black Dog running in circles around us, of course. I've been to the Rockies, but I've always flown and was never there to stay for more than three months. I have to admit that I've been hoping for this opportunity since I got back from NOLS and I'm so happy to be taking advantage of it with the someone I've dreaming of for as long as I can remember. We hope to build the house bus while we're out there, so that we can Furthur grow and explore the little bit of American countryside that is rapidly disappearing.

Thanks to all of you for knowing in your hearts that we can do anything we put our minds to. Thanks to all of you for believing in us and offering your support even when we got some crazy, hair brained idea in our heads. Thanks, to all of you, for accepting us for who we were in the past, are in the present, and will be in the future.

With love and happiness and cheers and high fives and dreams and wishes and hugs and kisses and kindness and heartiness and kindheartedness and care and hope, we toast to this adventure. The next time I post here, the gears will be in motion with no notion of stopping.

Bozeman or bust.


"... the bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began ... there was Cowboy Neal at the wheel of a bus to never-ever land ..." -Good 'Ol Grateful Dead