“Wherever is your heart, I call home…
Though your feet may take you far from me, I know…
Wherever is your heart, I call home.”
— Brandi Carlisle, “Wherever is your heart, I call home”
Funny how when you move all your stuff out of your home, it becomes just a house. You don’t lose the memories or associations, but it’s harder to long for or miss a place that is no longer your physical home. Being out on the road 13 days now, we’re approaching the extent of what a “normal” vacation time span would be for me. Just about the time I would be ready to get back to the comfort of my own bed, cats, and routine
Visiting my sister, Kelly, in Soda Springs, CA couldn’t have been timed better for me. Falling into the comfort of her home and easy conversation with her, her family, and my cousin Emily felt like the boost of “normal” I needed.
Kelly and Colby are wonderful, relaxed hosts. They have a large comfortable home north of Lake Tahoe, and also own an old Boy Scout camp (a.k.a “The Land) a few miles away with a small beach, lake, and cabins.
So we played in the sand
and we kayaked and paddle-boarded on the lake
and we made sand angels and s’mores
and we cooked on the beach.
We hiked and saw wildflowers
and we watched BattleBots
and we slept in
and we did laundry.
And we laughed……a lot.
And we had a marvelous time.
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