Purgatory Ski Resort Durango, CO - this can’t be real!

Have you ever woken up and thought to yourself, “This can’t be real!” We’ve all had those days. Sometimes that reality slaps you in the face that things are not going so great and you’re thinking to yourself, “Is this really happening? This can’t be real!” And then there are those times when we wake up and we just have to say “Thank You” to your God, Supreme Being, The Universe or to whomever it is that you serve. In my case, it’s usually my wife and my God, not necessarily in that order. LOL. Just kidding. And again, you’re thinking, “this can’t be real!”

I have a lot to be thankful for. I have a beautiful wife and three beautiful adult children. My wife and I (and Loki, the 4-legged child) live full-time in an RV and can go wherever the road takes us. I can still walk a great distance and never tire - I still have my health!!!! I could keep going on about all of the things that we have been blessed with in our marriage, but it would take up a novel so I’ll spare you. I would have never imagined that I would be living the life that I am currently living - not in a million years! Yet still, after two years of this lifestyle, everyday I think to myself, “This can’t be real!”

When I was a young man (see picture below) I was just trying to make it through the day. Both my wife and I had been in previous marriages and when we got together we had an instant family of five. I brought in two kids and she brought one. We were broke most days, but we were happy, our kids were happy (notwithstanding the damage of divorce). But overall, we were just all happy people. We always made the best of everything. From taking the kids to the park, going to the lake on weekends and having a BBQ, to going to the public library (you guys remember those? LOL). We did anything and everything - together as family - one united front. I truly miss those days. My wife and I often tell the story of when we got married that we were so poor that her mom had to pay for the hotdogs (we paid for the buns) for our wedding “reception” at her mom’s house in the backyard. That was a long time ago, thirty years to be sure.

And now, here we are living this life that neither of us ever dreamed of. Everyday I think, “This can’t be real!”