Juli and I were both raised in a small community in the mountains of southern California, where we played outside with friends from morning until night, only going home for lunch and dinner. The woods were our jungle gym. The lake was our swimming pool. And the sunshine, wind, rain and snow were part of our ever-changing playground. As a child, Juli’s parents would take her camping all across California, and it became a mainstay of her identity. And some of my favorite childhood memories are set in the pop-up trailer and motorhome my parents bought.
My four siblings and I, plus our dog, would pile into in our Ford Explorer with the pop up trailer in tow, and make memories. Driving through Idaho one day, it began to rain. We all stuck our heads out the windows and tried to catch raindrops on our tongues. We inhaled the smell of fresh rain on soil, and my mom turned to me with a look of pure bliss on her face. She said, “That’s the best smell in the world.”
It was such a simple moment, but it fueled my curiosity to experience whatever was over the next hill or past the line of trees on the horizon. With Juli, that curiosity became the backbone of our life together, and led us to where we are now.