Autumn. It’s the time to reflect, over a cup of hot tea … a Walkers shortbread … while watching the sun progress on its morning cycle.

Autumn. The crowds of travelers have left the highways. The lake-sides are empty of busy boaters, anxious anglers, frantic families. It’s peaceful.

Autumn. In the Pacific Northwest it could mean rain. Or, sun. Maybe a dusting of snow. It does mean deep green evergreens. The other trees may have colorful leaves, or may be completely bare. What will the winter bring?

Autumn. The lakes and ponds are full and the birds are on their way to warmer climes. Thanksgiving is approaching! A time of quiet beauty and fresh hope …

So what does a tortuga reflect on? Are we in RV mode or THOW (Tiny Home On Wheels) mode?

The lakes and ponds throughout the PNW are in full regalia. The back roads and highways cry out for travelers. But … work is good too. Oh, decisions, decisions. Too many things to “reflect” on …

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;” says Robert Frost.

May your autumn be full of glorious reflections. May you be filled with hope as you travel through life. May you be filled with strength and courage as you tackle those obstacles on the path. Me too!