We tend to treat every summer like it's our last one on the road.
Not that it's ever been true. We don't have plans to live any other way (though we do dream of building ourselves a tiny cabin someday). For some reason, during the holy months of June through September, we go at it like it's the only summer we've got...roads that never end, trails that lead to waterfalls...we go, see, be.
Guess we want to know in our hearts that if we make it to be old and grey, we grasped these precious moments of freedom in our fists, that we never let go of our big old dreams, cuz in a world like this you don't want to take even a moment for granted.