A year ago, as we sold off the rest of the contents of our house, I was both excited and wary about the path we had chosen. Two-and-a-half years confined to a bed had stripped me of the ability to dream, but my husband was not about to give up.
“I will put wheels on the bedroom and drive you across country!” he declared, and that is what he did.
We left mid November, after the first snow of the season has descended, and I wrapped myself in blankets, and propped up with pillows, and watched with disbelief as the scenery around me changed. Six months we travelled, and each day was a celebration.
From the nostalgia of Beale Street in Memphis and then westward through Arkansas, and Texas, every stop along the way filled with wonder.
New Mexico’s colours and welcoming vibe made me sad we couldn’t stay longer, but there was much to see, and I wanted to take it all in. Through Arizona, and California, then Oregon, and Washington State, I was wowed by the changing landscape, and the indescribable beauty. Our journey reached it pinnacle on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, where we celebrated yet again in a floating dock off Protection Island. (Featured Image).
(This post responds both to Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week Challenge: celebration; and Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: wonder.)