One night in February 2015, KP and I were sitting on our couch watching a documentary about some guys who lived on a dollar a day in Guatemala and drinking red wine that cost a lot more than a dollar, and we started to talk about the future. We talked about the awesome house we lived in and the things we wanted to do to it that year. We reminisced about our Africa trip from two months back. We talked about being disappointed (and a little relieved) that after 3 months of trying we hadn't gotten pregnant yet. And then the conversation turned to traveling. We had been following full-time Overlanders like Drive Nacho Drive and Bumfuzzle, and high-profile adventurers like the crew of Long Way Round/Down for years, but always at a comfortable distance. After our Africa trip however, we realized we might be ready for bigger adventures. That night we talked late into the night, going over budgets, possible routes, camper options, all the while saying "this is crazy, are we really doing this?!?"
Fast forward to today as we pack the last items into our Four-Wheel Camper and prepare to start off on the beginning of a three-year journey. People keep asking us "Are you excited? Are you freaking out?" or the hardest question to answer "Are you ready?" to which I always respond, "NO!" I don't know that we could ever be fully ready for such a huge endeavor, at least not to the extent we'd like to be.
We may not be fully ready, but it's not for lack of work. This whole week was a series of early mornings and late nights. Mid-week we looked at each other and said, "it doesn't really feel like we quit our jobs does it?" We didn't get the truck bed back from the powdercoater until Wednesday at 7:30pm and when we got it back to the shop we still had a lot of work to get it camper ready. We worked until after 1am to get it as ready as it needed to be to load the camper. I had hoped to have all week to slowly get moved in to the camper and organize, but without a truck bed we were not able to load the camper until Thursday. So we spent the rest of the week getting everything finished in the apartment, doing paperwork and closing on the duplex we bought, and then moving into our new "house." That move was surprisingly easy. I had a pretty good idea of what stuff we wanted to bring, and where I wanted to put things, from our camping trips over the last few months. And after I calmed down from the panic at remembering I needed to fit my entire closet in a 24"x24"x7" space (that KP would also be sharing) the transition was surprisingly easy.
We took a much needed break Saturday afternoon to head to my dad's house for a small get together with friends and family to send us off. Much drinking, karaoke, and sloppy emotional goodbyes were had by all! After another full day of work yesterday (and another late night) we are as ready as we will ever be. KP will continue to finish a few more projects that we didn't get to in the next couple weeks while I'm off doing the Rebelle Rally. When the race finishes in San Diego on the 22nd, KP will send me an email with my flight info to whatever destination he is currently closest to. Then we'll hit the road together and make our way to the border before the beginning of the Baja 1000 in mid-November. I can't believe how much our life is about to change.
Thank you for following along so far as we prepared for this incredible journey. Now to the good stuff...