A great time to slow down before or after the frenzy of living life, can be as easy as a Sunday drive.
Thank you to the Briggs for taking Auntie Mil the 1970 Shasta trailer out for an adventure, then sending back some snapshots. I know baby X is due to arrive in a couple of months, and I can’t imagine a better way to getaway for some great mom and dad alone time. Vintage Roving loved hosting you, come back again anytime.
I came across a quote recently that made me think about vacations.
“Find what brings you joy and go there.” — Jan Phillips
That seems to sum up a vacation to me. It isn’t the destination spot in itself. It isn’t having matching luggage, it isn’t wearing mouse ears or climbing rigging, or the perfect set of clubs; it isn’t anything specific, it’s how I feel when I get there. It is…what brings you joy.
We all know the places that make us happy, and it is a fact those very specific things are not what pleases everyone. Vacations, adventure, or just time away to rest looks differently to each of us. Sometimes just finding a place to go can be the most difficult aspect of buggin’ out of the daily chore life. Our family dynamic proves out this challenge over and over again. I am happy just sitting creekside for days on end with a book, small fire, bucket for berry picking, good food and wines or new craft beer to explore. I don’t have to even leave camp to be happy. The further out of civilization the happier I am. My family refers to me as Pioneer Woman. My two teen boys are often opposites in their relaxation. One wants a slice of the city, a place to get pizza, a way to have internet and music access, and a good longboarding road or challenging road to push his bike to new limits. The other son wants a quite, challenging road to bike, a hiking trail to conquer, a crawdad hole to discover or perhaps an endless clamming hole the size of Idaho and without question, water is somehow involved. My husband wants a place to journal, think about how to make things with his hands and sketch out the idea, drink nice coffee, paddle on some water, explore, visit with new folks along the way, yet never be far from some freshly baked treat I have created back at camp next to my small campfire.
Joy, is personal. Finding it is just as personal.
The thing I love about Vintage Roving is that the quaint little trailers allow you to use the space as a jumping off spot to adventure, or a perfect place to hole up in the environment that best speaks to you. If you have people with varied interest vacationing together the trailer you can give you a tool to divide and conquer. You can camp near a city and go urbanite by day and camper by night. You can go find a barista or a craft beer and come back and whip up a great campfire hobo stew from things you bought at the Farmers Market exploration and finish with a homemade (bought at the local bakery) blackberry pie. It’s all in the location.
I’m curious, where do you like to travel, explore and find joy in Oregon?
Mountains? Dessert? Ocean? City? I think it would be fun to know more about what that looks like.
Where is your idea of the perfect spot for a Vintage Roving -Adventure?