Today we explored more of T.C. on our e-bikes. A 6 mile jaunt mostly on the paved Tart Trail took us downtown to Little Fleet where we had delicious pot stickers and wood fired pizza. I even enjoyed a slushy Miami Vice cocktail that was very refreshing. At Little Fleet, Olive whined when we left her at our shaded table to place our orders and some nice folks at a neighboring table tried to reassure her that we’d be back soon.

We struck up a conversation with them, and as often happens, “where are you from?” is a natural opening question. Now that we’re nomads, the answer becomes a bit more complicated. Turns out that Sandy Britton, our table neighbor, also harbors dreams of hitting the road to see the wild and beautiful places, but she doesn’t have a partner to travel with. By the end of our conversation though, she felt more inspired and started talking about how it might still be doable for her.

I hope Sandy finds the inspiration to make the nomad dream a reality. There’s something to be said for having every day be a holiday. So far I’m approaching this adventure with wonder and awe and I know there are amazing memories to be made.