This wasn’t exactly a “nothing day,” but we didn’t do much and I won’t fluff it up to look bigger than what it was. Truth is, despite the excitement of being back where we belong, we’re still recuperating from the push to get here.
So we took a day off. Most of it, anyway.
Sunrise and coffee on the patio next to the bus. Conversations with neighbors and campground staff. Time with the dogs. A quick trip across town to the truck-accessories shop that did such great work on our Wrangler, to discuss some ideas we have for the Silverado, and a stop for groceries on the way back.
The day, unambitious as it was, did bring significant news. The property where we’re building is undeveloped — it’s never been the site of a residence, so it’s had no reason to have a street address. This morning Deb’s cousin filled out an application and turned it in to the county, and by this afternoon we had our very own number.
We’ve had a P.O. Box in Yellville since last winter. But officially now, The Mountain has an address.
That’s a big deal to us. Every step brings us closer to Home.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.