Happy New Year!

I am incredibly restless.  Partly it's my own odd, annual sadness at the close of another year.  Partly it's the temptations offered by a crisp New Year, full of questions and possibilities.  Partly it's that I've been ready to hit the road since we burned the last bits of wrapping paper and drained the eggnog.  Our plan was to stay in Wyoming through Christmas and then head to warmer, frost-free climes.  However, the other three voting members of the family were disinclined to leave last week when it was 40 degrees and sunny.  Now we are stuck, literally, in the aftermath of a two day blizzard.  Oh, it's sunny today but it's also 20 below with the three miles of road to the highway covered in drifts several feet deep.  Our pickup would make it, slowly, but not pulling our 40 foot home, into which I desperately desire to live again.  Don't get me wrong, my parent's hospitality has been amazing and we have really enjoyed ourselves but the RV is the only place I can call home.  The RV and the open, un-snowy, roads are beckoning; my wanderlust is rising.  I've been quoting, mentally, Augustus McCrae in Larry McMurtry's Pulitzer Prize winner, Lonesome Dove:   "Come on, let's go if we're goin'!"