Twelve hours later and I am already dreaming of returning to Yosemite. I can't name one other spot on this trip that has the spiritual pull of that holy place. No surprise to me that John Muir became obsessive about it. There's no revelation he's proclaimed that I, too, would not have arrived at myself. So, that makes me a transcendentalist, like Mr. Muir. I always suspected so.
Muir wrote: I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in. Yeah, me too.
In 2005 we purchased a little casa in the newly launched villages of Loreto Bay in Baja California. This journal primarily documents our experiences here as well as a few adventures on the side: including our months on the road in our Airstream trailer where our sole purpose was to see and enjoy America from the road.
Robert and I married right after I finished college. We immediately had children and I stayed home to raise them while he worked hard building his business. We lived a conventional, bland life in the suburbs and I complained that nothing interesting would ever happen to us. Then he had a heart attack at 49 and suddenly everything changed. We would go make things happen. Now, not later. I wrote mostly about our travels; in particular our time in Loreto Bay, Baja California, and our time on the road in our Airstream trailer. Now, years later, we are back to a settled life as we have one child at college and two grandkids. I think I can still find something to write about.
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