Dirt bagging it family-style
“You can’t fall if you don’t climb, but there’s no joy in living your whole life on the ground.”
My parents, who are touring around Western Canada in their tiny trailer, are in BC!
In true spontaneous Frey-family-fashion, we meet in Squamish for some communal multi-generational dirt bag fun, complete with parking lot living. Like mother/father like daughter…right?
I love my mom and dad. They have always been pretty awesome, but I am exceptionally impressed with their current state of nomadism – for obvious reasons. I get a sense of pride to see them living this way. Odd to feel that way? Probably. But whatever. Maybe it takes a van-dweller (or trailer-dweller) to understand. “Remember Tara, home is wherever you go,” was a common, repeated statement from my Dad. It sure is.
We hiked. We ate. We laughed. We shared a few cups of coffee and some organic Pemberton potato vodka in Hobo the van. We rock climbed. We bobbed and weaved all around that gem of a town. It was a long-weekend well spent.
These are the moments I live for when it comes to van-living – good company, fantastic conversation, and ample adventure.
Here’s to many more dirt bag endeavours…