We reached the Promised Land. Terminus. End of the Road. Last Call. Fat Lady Sings.
Settled into the RV spot that will be our home for the next 2+ years (hopefully). Pups have already had fun chasing lizards and sniffing all the smells of the desert. Us humans have been driving around with our mouths open, saying "look at those mountains" over and over. Nothing much has changed here - the mountains are still awe-inspiring and so close you can touch them; the weather is still perfect, even if a little hot during the day; the RV park on post is still a haven from the craziness of life; and the post in general is still small and manageable, with a low ratio of assholes (so far).
Jen starts work again Monday morning. The pups have lots of trails and desert smells to explore. Doug has endless amounts of cables and satellites and other electronics to set up again in our new home. All is well here in the high desert.
