Freedom…

On our way to Arizona, we stayed at the Chiriaco Summit Rest Stop off Interstate 10. Expansive views of California’s Colorado Desert and mountains. A gravel pad. No hookups. And it was free!

This is the moment it hit me. Sue and I had sold our Oregon home and moved into our travel trailer for a winter in Tucson before our search for a new place to live. Where? We don’t know. When? Good question.

I have never felt such freedom. We can go anywhere. No more worries about our townhome. We donated most of what we owned, save for a few important things that we left behind in a small storage unit. All our remaining possessions fit in our trailer and in our pickup truck.

Henry David Thoreau, who lived alone in a tiny cabin in Massachusetts for two years, wrote in Walden that the mundane details of life can keep us from seeing the big picture of our lives. He stripped his life to just the essentials.

In The Shortness of Life, Roman stoic philosopher Seneca wrote that possessions are “the greatest source of human misery.” Let them go–without delay–and really live, he urged.

As I write, Sue and I enjoy the warm southern Arizona desert. There are moments when my mind wanders to the path before us, but I am not worried. Our tiny home has all we need–and more, if I am honest.

For now, I am enjoying the view, sleeping better than I have in years, and most of the time staying focused on the big picture that I feel so fortunate to experience.

Fort Bragg: A Moment to Say Thanks

After selling our Ashland, Oregon home two months ago, Sue and I vowed to remain focused on the moment and make the most of our freedom.

We came to Fort Bragg, California, planning to stay a few days. The weather, charming town, spectacular trails, combined with fun times with old and new friends, have stretched our stay to three weeks.

Four state parks, practically within shouting distance of our camp at Pomo Campground, offer trails that took us to coastline scenes that exploded in beauty and to redwood giants that displayed their rugged beauty.

And my friend Bob, whom I met 10 years ago through an Ashland area bicycling club, invited me to join his biking group here. (Fort Bragg is his primary home.) Friendly members of the Seniors on Bikes (SOBs) welcomed me on several rides on the bike path along the coast to MacKerricher State Park.

We felt part of the community during our stay, taking part on the Thanksgiving Day Turkey Trot, a fund-raiser for the local food bank and high school track and field team.

Now we say so long to Fort Bragg. Thanks for the memorable times. And for so many great moments.