Ahhh … springtime in the Western US. My driver has settled into a creek-side rest (pictured above) for awhile. Horace said it in the 1860’s, “Washington [DC] is not a place to live in. The rents are high, the food is bad, the dust is disgusting and the morals are deplorable. Go West, young man, go West and grow up with the country.” It’s not just Washington DC, it could apply to many places. The open west is still a refuge.

Well, we’re in our tiny home on wheels, and we’re in the West. As you know, we’re fully self-contained and fully wired … we can work and rest almost anywhere.

Now is the time to feast on the joys of springtime. The western view is expansive …

… the mighty Columbia River is working in the glorious river gorge …

… the mountains are covered with snow, promising moisture for the summer ahead …

… the forests are thriving afresh after a winter break …

… and the call of the road beckons!

After our visit to San Francisco, the places we passed through above are a welcome respite!! Horace’s advice is good … get away from the junk and head to the open spaces of the West.

Lest it all look like blue skies, we eventually went to a client site and were greeted by the following:

Yes … a last blast of winter delight-fullness! Amazing to sit outside with a warm cuppa, and be surprised by a quick coating of snow. Ah, the western life indeed.

However, it was just a reminder that we’re not in charge here! By the next evening, the fluffy stuff had disappeared and all was right with the world.

And we were back on the prairie, working and living in simplicity.