Lathrop

Yesterday was blue. Today is bright gray. The weather wants to be stormy, but the sun won’t let it.

Stopping at Lathrop State Park is like going back to the beginning. Several years ago, this is where it all began, our life on the road. Judy and I had been in Monte Vista in the San Luis Valley, doing a job. We had done it as a favor, because the nonprofit organization couldn’t find a local auditor they could deal with. We spent a week there in Shamu. When the job was done, and we were packing up to drive back home to Louisville, Judy wondered aloud why we didn’t do more of this. If we could do more of this, we could spend more time on the road together.

We headed towards home, but only made it to Lathrop State Park, eighty miles from where we started. We got so excited talking about the prospect, we had to stop so we could get it all figured out before we got home, disappeared back into real life, and forgot about it. So we sat here for an entire day, walking, sitting outside, and figuring out what we wanted to do when we grew up and how it would work.

It’s a fun place to come back to.