Just 6 weeks ago I was kayaking alone out to an abandoned island. Just before that, I was hiking the rim of Spooner Lake looking for bears or other wildlife. But no more adventurers for now. No more searching for Oz. Instead, we are faced with a quick click of the heels and a sad return home.
As many of you may have heard, the Ross family’s exciting California relocation will be officially coming to an end on Friday, October 3rd. This big life change actually only lasted a few days.
I won’t go into a lot of detail as to why, but if you are new to this blog read the OUR STORY page for the backgound.
My sister, Jen and her husband, Tom will be showing up to drive all of our household things nearly 3,000 miles back across the country to Pennsylvania. We will put everything in storage in Chambersburg, since we will be staying with Amy’s parents for a time while we get my cancer treatment plan in place, and try to get back on our feet financially.
In addition, my wife Amy and her sister Brenda have been working tirelessly to re-pack everything that was unpacked. Thankfully, Amy’s parents were already here helping to organize things, and her brother Dave organized, packed and labeled everything in our garage. We have been blessed beyond measure with the help of family and friends during this difficult time.
Driving around Tahoe now feels like cruising through a film set of a movie that will never be made. Since I’ve be out here since February getting ready for my family to join me, I’ve had ample time to build imaginary futures for all of us. None of these things will happen now, but they’re dying hard in my subconscious and deep inside my dreams.
I imagined hikes along unexplored lake trails. I dreamed of the look on my daughters’ faces the first time the mist from a Yosemite waterfall tickled their noses. I wanted to show them what made me fall in love with the majestic Sierra. I wanted to show them MY California.
Beyond that, I am also grieving the end of a career. Leaving the Executive Directorship of such a prestigious mountain conservation organization to go off and fight this cancer, leaves me in a bit of limbo.
So for now, no flying monkeys or men behind the curtain; just the cold hard facts of the current situation and a goodbye to California.