Best Valentine's Day ever. We're just outside Boise, Idaho and it's raining. Terra and Cherokee have both been mostly coated in mud since February 4th when we left Whistler. Where we've been in the past 10 days, snowy roads are more like muddy, gravelly mosh pits. Big logging trucks in Gold Country, British Columbia throw giant curtains of stuff. Ruthless.
Driving (and sliding) on Idaho and eastern Washington's back mountain dirt roads of encrusted in snow and ice also means mud. So after $15, and two car washes along the way, we seem to have given up for the time being on washing the rig. Rock tamer mud flaps can't compete with the hardcore muck from recent driving. David wants to angle them differently to try and get improved coverage. Why am I talking about mud and gear? I have lots to say about the culture of outdoor/outdoor living. Learning to live teardrop style is not easy in the winter, but I do I think it is magical and a gift. When life is paired down to the essentials, one can easily find much to be grateful for. No chocolate necessary. -Margaret