I’ll tell you one thing that’s big. It’s our laundry bag. Way bigger now than either one of our two duffle bags. Actually bigger than both duffle bags combined which doesn’t seem right. Last night I bought some underwear at Walmart just so we could make it to tonight’s Airbnb. It comes with a washer and dryer. Corey had to do the same last week a few days before Park City.

A tiny house is not for everyone. After a few days it was not really for me either although the ladder was not as difficult as I had imagined it to be. The toilet though was annoying; had two settings, one for going one and the other for doing a number two. That can be a lot to remember in the middle of the night.

The ultimate big thing of course is the ocean. Hard to top that one. Drive in any direction and eventually the ocean stops you. It’s that limit we search out; that moment when the earth says you can do no more. In a little bit we will drive onto a boat which will then ferry us to a new mysterious land called Canada. Few have ever gone this far north. Those that have returned have been driven mad with visions of hockey, a currency slightly less valuable than our own and a weird tendency to say “right on.” It’s “aboot” time we made it back.