It’s a little house on a hundred acres of oak forest. A canyon built like a cradle where, over 31 months, I’ve clambered, climbed and connected.
I fell in love here.
Today has been my last day on the ranch. We’re moving 3000 miles across the country to another forest and another home, starting tomorrow.
Leaving this place is saying an extended goodbye to a kind, gentle, and lavishly generous friend.
Tonight, Marty and I walk the property, marveling as though for the first time at the way the sun slides golden up the hillsides in the evening. We crunch oak leaves beneath our feet. We track a bear by the road.
When we return home, small lights brighten the path to our house and there’s a happy glow inside. Our family’s in there. The dogs streak ahead because they’ve sensed their Karen is nearby. What greater cause for celebration? Inside, they’ll leap and grin and tell her, “What things we’ve seen! We have so much to tell you!”
I’ve moved a lot in my life, but leaving a place has never felt quite like this. I’ve never felt the land love me back like it does here.
Tomorrow the morning light will slide down the canyon wall and illuminate the valley. I won’t be here, but that moving strip of gold and the smells and sounds of the place are going nowhere. They’re timeless. They’re mine.
Karen and I will climb into Sappho the Sapphire Subaru, along with Bilbo Baggins and Claire, in the early morning and embark on a new life. Slide eastward across the continent, towards dawn.
I don’t know what we’ll find on our journey, before we meet up with Adam and Marty in our new home town. But the journey is a place all of its own, and we’ll arrive shouting, “What things we’ve seen! We have so much to tell you!”
See you on the road, folks. Thanks for reading.
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