10/09/2026
Writing a bit sooner than I expected to. I’m currently standing outside my camper in monument valley, doing the most glorious thing know to RVing. Emptying and cleaning my black & grey tanks. I’ve got a big t shirt, cute gingham bloomer shorts and my *just barely* too small crocs sandals on so they’re rubbing blisters into my feet. It’s about 80 degrees, but plenty of clouds. Some even look like rain clouds and I swear if it rains I’m going to cry again. Today is just one of those solo travel days that you don’t hear too much about. I’ve cried a lot. Mostly happy tears. I’m not sure if the need to let it out bubbled up to the surface because of the crazy day I had yesterday or if it’s just crossing off a bucket list location. Seems like too much of a coincidence to not tie in yesterday’s events to today’s emotional wave. Yesterday morning, I woke up feeling brave. I had booked an excursion. I was too excited the night before so I didn’t sleep all that great and in my cl...