When I think of things that are epic and orange this tent tops the list for me. With this tent whos name is Carrot I traveled 2500 miles on my bike. Lived in for six months on the road, one month backwoods camping and living off of wild edibles. In this brightly toned nomadic home I dreamed, planed and explored. I slept on the side of roads, under trees, bridges, fields and parks with Carrot. Made many meals in Carrot, and nursed injuries. I will always love orange, because this tent made it the color of living free and moving with the wind and birds in migration.
Today I was challenged on my concept of "home", I may need to figure out a new place. I have never really had a safe solid home except for the boat. Consistency was hard to come by, with growing up with unsettled hippy parents then being a traveler. Homesteading make you want to nest and pour yourself into the land your feet are resting on. But maybe a home exists in the confines of your mind. That is where your conscious self is really housed. So thank you to Carrot the orange tent and wonderful home for teaching me houses come in many forms.
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Ren