It was mostly cold and wet for the six nights we camped in the Tetons. Twice overnight temps were in the mid 30s. Then the sun came out and we enjoyed blue skies for a little before heading home.

I worried that this, our fiftieth year circling the sun, would be the year we would finally choose mattress over sleeping pad. And believe me, there were plenty of times Corey and I looked around with a bit of scorn at our empire of dirt. But there were other times, like when facing our fierce furnace of a fire then looking up at a sky speckled with stars that we felt the same thrill as when we were in our twenties discovering this whole world of freedom for the first time. It was still Corey, me and Henna (with a wine glass and a longing look at the RV parked next to us). There was no place I would rather be.

Good thing we like to camp because we are headed with our gear to Iceland later this week. Henna to take classes through a language program offered by the University of Iceland at Reykjavik and Corey and I to explore the West Fjords and also Paris. Afterwards we will circle Iceland together via the Ring Road. But for now it is all about getting a haircut, doing some laundry and more packing.