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Day 1: Wolfisaki Homestead, Portland OR

It's 5am on the day we load up the rig and go live out along the Pacific Coast Highway (and probably the odd Walgreens parking lot) for the next couple of months...

With a toddler who is in every way imaginable two years old. And our new rescue dog who is absolutely precious in every way, except for this one time the other day when we off-handedly noticed that she will suddenly lunge off the porch and try to rip the throat out of a passing-by pit bull...

While home schooling our 1st grader (Road schooling? World schooling? Hell if I know, I'm totes winging this). And husband attempts to take his usually scheduled conference calls for all those important, pretty websites he makes for people... From the front seat of a van?

Sooo, yup, off we go then!

Still Day 1: Wolfisaki Homestead, Portland OR

... 12 hours later, several minor-ish mishaps, travel planning & packing weary, and we're finally-finally-finally off. Which means we'll be setting up our first camp with our first pop-up camper in the dark, can I get a hip hip!!

No, we didn't spend much time getting to know the ins and outs of our new digs before setting sail, which makes me take pause now...

Also, our fake smiles are nothing to write home about. Hopefully this time tomorrow we'll have actual real-life smiles to show you.

If we don't die. I'm so skeerd.