The sun is lowering in the sky as we sail high above it. Yellows, Browns, Oranges, and purples fill the small window to my left. Its all a giant welcome sign to the great Northwest!

As I unroll my tent, that smell grabs me. Its a combination of material, soil, campfire, and time. Its one of the most welcoming and familiar things I feel each and every time. Fifteen years deep this temporary home has delivered good times. My neighbors are always changing, but that familiar feeling remains the same. This is where I want to be. It started when I was 25, and now at 40, it feels as though time has almost stood still.

Travel is a departure from how we fill our days. What we spend our days looking at in HD, is finally all around us. Its the widest screen there is, but its not flat, and it has smell, feel and texture. This is the channel I want to be watching . . .  The stoke is high and so is the moon out here. There is light even away from the campfire because of it.

We can't see as much in the dark, but there is a certain magic that comes with that. Maybe its some kind of metaphor . . . We see less, but feel more. Our insides are awake.

During the late night hours while working, I tend to take breaks that consist of me scouring the interweb for concrete. This gem in Port Orchard had my attention the entire time they were building it. I just kept wondering what it would all feel like because the photos were telling me it was going to be good. I always have to take a moment after finally making it to places I've only ever heard about, or saw in photos. That pause, is one of my favorite feelings I can think of. We are actually here! Having frozen memories like this will always stand to remind me in later days that it wasn't all a dream.