You could say that I come by my wanderlust honestly. The daughter of free-spirited, surfing waitress and a professional cross-country mover, I had seen most of the country from the dog trot of an eighteen-wheeler before I started kindergarten. My parents lived on a house boat before I came along, lending to the aversion of setting down too strong of roots. So what could cause someone with such peregrinating feet to settle down and establish roots you may ask? Well, love of course!
The son of a 4th generation farmer/rancher, he couldn’t imagine a life without dirt under his fingernails and the sound of content livestock in the barn. Having never been on a vacation and only traveling with the college football team for games, going somewhere for the sheer joy of going was somewhat of a novelty! It wasn’t long until curiosity took root and he, too, was counting down the days until our next adventurous get away.
But try as I might, he never would entertain the idea of moving to any of our favorite destinations. His roots ran too deep into the family farm to leave it behind for very long. And so we began our compromise – we would take enough weekend getaways and trips to satisfy my curious soul and I would work along side him on the farm, both adventurous in their own right. And so The Rooted Gypsy was born!
Join us as we find new and exciting (and often times muddy) adventures to drag each other on!
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