the pits, hah.

At the time, I didn’t read the signs, I just thought the bin of cherry pits was cute (and fitting) in downtown Traverse City. So while I shopped for all things cherry, the girls played in this large bin of pits.

And no, traveling is rarely the pits in my mind. It’s the return…the unpacking…the getting back into a swing of things that makes me think pits.

we bought this (and we’re using it)

Cut-Away van without a name…

The stickers say we are official retailers of motorcycle helmets and gloves.

I don’t really know much about that. But I do know that we bought this last week!

And I also know that it’s damn cold to be retrofitting seats and bolting things down amidst a blizzard’s worth of snow.
I shouldn’t really complain since Ry gives me the inside jobs and crawls underneath himself.

Interior as-is-for-now pictures coming soon…
But here’s how it looked last weekend as we removed panels.
Yes, that’s where we’ve been.

PS: It still needs a name.