holi-daze

Almost exactly one year ago we were visiting friends and family in Nova Scotia, and realizing that we'd made the RIGHT decision when we decided to move back east. We were surrounded by people who are important in our lives, and yet we hadn't seen most of them in a very long time. We drove familiar roads that led to familiar doors and soaked in the feeling of personal history that the province holds for us.

Fast-forward to the present moment. It is a few days until Christmas, and I am scheduled to work at the animal shelter Christmas day. I think it will make for an introspective holiday among the homeless dogs, knowing that they do not have a family to love them on a day that, for me, represents family and love above all else. Mark is planning on coming with me to give the dogs some extra attention while I clean their kennels.

In actual travel news:

Mark has found an "in" with a guy who can get him a good deal on a solar kit for the Boler, so he's going to get that done sometime in the near future.

Also, from here on in "the Boler" will now be referred to as the "Yukon Ho". That's definitely its name now. Maybe.

We've also firmed up a few dates for the first part of our trip (the part that goes from Canada, down the western part of the U.S., and then to Mexico) and made some exciting plans. This trip is going to be super-fantabulously fun!

Now we've got to do all the little finicky things. Get travel insurance, arrange flights for the dogs, forward mail, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.