The Journey Home Sometimes life will hand you surprises that make you re-think what is important in your life. Just before my thirty-third birthday we found out that I was pregnant. Fast-forward a few months, the baby thing was becoming a reality as I was beginning to show, and we started to think what the future was going to hold, as we become parents and balancing family with work. Few more months roll by and we are faced with some decisions; will we stay working for another two years as private chefs or should we move back to states and start something new? I don’t think I have ever felt so overwhelmed with decisions before then in those weeks.
That leads us to the Journey Home. We packed our things, or what we could pack in our suitcases and sport bags and flew back to Indiana where our wonderful dog and truck were waiting for us. All we knew now was we were going home to have a baby girl and we couldn’t be more excited. We made the trek across the great-plains, Kansas being always a favorite of mine, but managed to pass through it when the sun wasn’t up so we made it less mundane. We arrived In Colorado a crisp cool morning watching the sunrise behind us with excitement whelming inside. The first task as we hit Denver was to find a Cabela’s, to buy Michael a rifle so he could hunt an elk and hopefully have some meat for the Winter Season. I was a little unsure at first, as it was a big investment after just leaving a job, but I knew it was a long-term investment and couldn’t really think of a reason why not. Who doesn’t like a little elk meat, or really a whole lot!
The journey continued down I70 stopping to visit some friends and carry on picking up some essentials before heading over the pass to Silverton. The Truck couldn’t fit one more thing and the sun was beginning to descend behind the San Jaun Mountain and we could only wonder what our new home was going to be like.
At this point we have only seen a few pictures of the quaint little space on the Internet, but so great full to have a place that was furnished and had a wood-burning stove. Booker, our smart red-healer, realized where he was and began to get excited as were we at the sight of the quiet little town that we will always call home.
Within the first week of being back and quickly unpacking our things that had been storage for the last two years, Michael headed out early mornings and right before sunset to hunt an elk. When he saw the lonely bull elk standing on the side of the hill on Red Mountain, he took one look and took his shot. I believe it was confirmation that we made the right decision and in the right place. Now onto cooking some beautiful meals with our elk and sharing it with our friends in Silverton. We are very happy, content and thankful for all of Gods Provisions in our life as He continues to guide us each day.
Here are some meals and moments we have enjoyed in the last week:
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