Eastbound & Down

Our little family loaded up into two seperate cars we set our sights on the east coast. We took our time traveling across the country and did the trip in three days, taking time so show Brian some sights like Crazy Horse, Mount Rushmore, the Arch, & the Corn Palace.ย Traveling East - 1Traveling East - 2Traveling East - 4Traveling East - 7Traveling East - 9

Only a week after arriving here it was time for Brian & I to say goodbye to each other while we each complete this next leg of our journey apart from one another. See you soon babe.East Coast - 1East Coast - 2East Coast - 3East Coast - 10East Coast - 11East Coast - 13East Coast - 16East Coast - 19East Coast - 20East Coast - 21East Coast - 22East Coast - 23East Coast - 26Processed with VSCO with m5 presetProcessed with VSCO with f2 presetEast Coast - 29

Montana Memories

Load the car & write the note.
Grab your bag & grab your coat.
Tell the ones that need to know.
We are headed East.

The time has come to once again say my goodbyes to Montana. It’s always such a bittersweet moment when we part, but it’s time to step forward into the next adventure. We’ve yet again had some good times my old friend. I’m already looking forward to my next visit. Xoxo.Montana Memories - 4Montana Memories - 6Montana Memories - 8Montana Memories - 9Montana Memories - 11Montana Memories - 12Montana Memories - 14Montana Memories - 15Montana Memories - 16Montana Memories - 18Montana Memories - 19Montana Memories - 23Montana Memories - 24Montana Memories - 28Montana Memories - 29Montana Memories - 30Montana Memories - 31Processed with VSCO with fs1 presetMontana Memories - 33Montana Memories - 38Montana Memories - 39Montana Memories - 40Montana Memories - 41Montana Memories - 43Montana Memories - 45Montana Memories - 49Montana Memories - 50Montana Memories - 51

Goodbye Alaska

I knew this day would come eventually. It’s been pretty much written into our story since before we even got to Alaska. Eve as the years ticked by here the inevitable goodbyes always seemed so far away.

The day after New Years the movers came and packed up our host. The took most of our belongings to port and shipped them back to the lower 48. Three days ago we packed up the Jeep, hugged our friends goodbye, and set our sights on a place far, far away.

We managed to knock out the trip in less than 72 hours – a feat I would not again recommend – but I also wouldn’t recommend driving in -35 degree temps either.

A few snaps from our last few days in the house and our travels through Canada.
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I’m going to miss you Alaska… but damn it feels good to be home.

Roast Kitteh

What a night. I can look back on it now with a little bit of a chuckle, but a few hours ago there were tears in me eyes. I was frantically talking to Brian, who hadn’t yet made it home from work, trying to tell him the story of what just transpired in our kitchen. I needed him to stop at the store on his way home for some burn cream. It needed to me pet safe of course as it was for Bucket and not myself.

After returning home from work for the day I fell into my normal after work routine. Although there was plenty I had left to complete for the night it’s rare that I’m home before Brian so I thought I’d get dinner started early and have it waiting for him when he walked in the door. I pulled out my recipe for the night as well as the ingredients from the fridge. After peeling, chopping, and mincing I put my pot on the stove and turned on the gas. Only the igniter didn’t catch right away and a small build-up of natural gas was happening. Bucket strolled into the kitchen to investigate what I was doing and decided to jump on the counter next to the stove at the exact moment the spark ignited the gas. The delay was only a few moments, but it was enough to create a short lived flame about the size of a basketball.

Bucket was in just as much shock as I was. She was whining – ย I was crying as I examined her over and found not only her whiskers had curled from the burn be that her chest hair was singed as well.
It was then that I called Brian crying that I had nearly killed the cat. By the time he got arrived home it was as though nothing had even happened.
She of course was fine, but I am probably scarred for life.