So this is my bit. Whenever I run short of coin, I hop back in a rig. Whenever I need to go on a sabbatical, I hop back in a rig. It's therapy for both my soul, and my bank account. Both of which are deep in the red right now, and my therapist is the northern Rockies.
The winter mountain passes are at the same time terrifying, awe inspiring, and somehow deeply calming. Running the Rockies in the winter, always seem to make all my life issues seem... trivial. Although I spend a lot of mental energy trying to keep my body from overreacting to road conditions, I find the overall experience very soothing. The focus I am forced to devote to the road is more than offset by the freedom it gives me of all the worries I had before. She heals me.
So here I am.
Back in my rig trying to eat up flat land.
Just knowing I'll be in the Rockies soon is making me feel better already :)