Six years married. Eleven years together. And somehow, it still feels like we’re just beginning.
We returned to a place I hadn’t camped in nearly fifteen years—a site tucked deep in the holler, quiet and familiar, even without sewer hookups. The last time Josh and I hiked these trails, Zoey was with us, bounding ahead like she owned the mountain. She’s too old now for that kind of trek, so we brought Levi, letting him sniff and explore the way she once did.
This past weekend, I had the joy of attending an SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) event in Apex, North Carolina—and it was one for the books. I brought my RV and settled in from Friday through Sunday, embracing the full experience as a first-time deputy autocrat.
It was also my first real boondocking adventure. The site was a wide-open field surrounded by trees, with no hookups in sight. I came prepared: water tank filled, supplies packed, ready to rough it in style.
