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Our Stories

 We all have stories that make us who we are, part of this journey we are on is gathering these stories from people we've never met and from people we have known. We met this couple at a hot springs in Burns, Oregon, Crystal Crane Hot Springs.


They have a story, they built this teardrop trailer in 3 weeks while working on his family's river guide business in Utah. He is a graduate with a business degree and she is finishing college in Seattle earning a Master's degree in nutrition. She hopes to start a vlog about keeping healthy while living the new Nomadic Lifestyle on the road. They are very adventurous and since college is being done online these days why not finish your degree in the great expanse of the United States of America?

They represent the new story, this next couple represents not just the past story or the "old" story but really as we came to find out, the continuing story.


This is Chuck and Debbie, they have been part of our past story when we lived in Lompoc California. Their son Adam was part of our youth group and best friends with our two sons. We didn't spend a lot of time together back then but when we did it was rich. They came along side us one night when our hearts were broken and healed us with laughter and records played on their stereo, the Beatles, Joni Mitchell and others. One album after the other, never discussing the woundedness, out of love, just being there and being them. I will never forget that kindness. 

We stopped at their house on Friday thinking only to spend the weekend, ten days later we left. Our hearts were full with love and laughter as we recalled the "old days", Our stomachs were full with shared cooking, lattes twice a day (hot, then cold) and our spirits were renewed with the beauty surrounding their home in Jamestown, California.

On to the next adventure, heading to Lompoc where our story will continue to intersect and expand, so far it's a wonderful journey.



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