Let Me Introduce Myself. Part Two: My Story.

And so my story continues.

I lived in that little sailboat with Midge for two years, then the winds of movement crossed to my shores. It was just after my twenty-fifth birthday an adventure materialized in front of me so without looking I jumped.

Which is how I got to the top of going to the sun road in glacier national park with a retro road bike loaded with everything I own. I was excited and ready for anything.......... except riding my bike loaded up. Its like peddling a motorcycle. Somehow in my young excitement it didn't occur to me to try riding my bike packed up. So the whole way down the pass I wobbled and struggled to get balance next to sheer cliffs, the road was under construction as well. Not the best planning. But everyone who saw me thought I was wobbling because of peddling up the steep climb to the top, so I was cheered on the whole way by passerby's.

This was shot right after I arrived safely at the bottom of the pass, tired and glad to not have fallen off the scary road.

My plan was to ride to Washington DC, from Glacier, Montana. I made it to Chicago before the early snow fell, a roughly 2,000 miles of peddle power.

I had to switch out bikes in the middle of northern Montana because my bike was too small and was giving me neck problems.

Living on the road was amazing. Its surprising how far you can get on a bike when all you have to do all day is peddle and be present with your surroundings. You meet so many people because you are accessible and they are curious. I have more stories about that trip then time in the day. A wonderful expansive time. This trip I started to believe in the goodness of the rural American people. All people from all walks of life looked after me as their own because I was inspiring them to be daring.

So I got on a train in Chicago and spent a snowy three months in Gettysburg Pennsylvania.

And then I got cold, for Christmas on I spent a month in Florida helping some wreck divers with their unruly cow and starting of a homestead. Great month of contemplating. I missed the ocean, and Midge (she was living it up on a ranch in Montana getting hunting lessons from the barn cats).

So I decided to return to Newport and get another sailboat, I made a few calls and found one for work trade, a Pearson 30 sailboat

I had just moved in and started my renovations when I got the call about my future boat the Schooner Faith. I Did a post earlier this month about my story of living on her for four years.

I moved out to Catalina island and worked dispatch for harbor patrol. We were on the isolated wing of the island the west end, the wild part.

I lived out there for two years. I was amazing, I explored the island, worked with the coast guard and search and rescue, Learned to dive, run a crew.

Then something outside my control happened, my world upside down, a loss of a friend. The disconnect of grief. Working in harbor patrol, it was all to real and hands on.

A friend called a week latter and said the one thing I needed to hear. So I jumped on a ferry and drove with her up to Big Sur California. We wandered the hills, saying nothing at all. It was perfect, sometime people just know what is needed and are brave enough to do it for someone when they are drowning. A few days in a got a call from my Dad, he was going to my cousins wedding not far from where I was. So I decided to go.

I met his girlfriend, or I should say re-met. She knew me when I was a baby. I had been born in Santa Cruz, we left before I made a year. My Dad was now dating her, a love affair from back in the wild day. lol. She had a landscaping crew of all women in Santa Cruz, she offered me a job. All the year of living on the sea and thinking of gardening flashed into my mind. I took the job and moved in the next week.

I spent a season healing among the flowers. Working out my thoughts with sweat and a sore back. It was just what I needed, I was rebuilding myself. The parts of me that was motivated by excitement became sleepy and the parts that loved building important slow things awakened. I watch all the seasons and worked with them. somehow I was reset.

One day a friend told me that this guy was looking to put in a community garden at his business knowing I had wanted to start one for awhile. I went to introduce myself that evening. We talked about adventure and plants. A bond was formed.

We built the community garden together and then we built a future. He is my husband now.

Now I homestead and write on steemit with my husband @happymoneyman. I'm excited to see if I can make something out of blogging, help people learn to be the masters of their world.

Thank you so much for reading. this is the conclusion of my back story. Thank yo so much everyone for your support, I feel held by this community. I will continue to strive to make my stuff better and more relevant.
Big Love!
Ren