The Joy of Adventure: The Tipsy Gypsy

I was sleeping in late Saturday morning and J came to wake me with the promise of coffee already waiting for me beside my chair in the living room. As I made my way down the hall, I could smell the aroma and as I snuggled into my favorite chair, I felt the heat of the cup as I had my first sip. I truly believe coffee is a gift which is best enjoyed in silence, at least until I am halfway into the cup!

J sat quietly and gave me silence and space to wake up with my magical motion potion until he anticipated that critical measurement when I have had enough coffee in me to be awake, responsive and kind. Evidently, I am not always charming when first waking and he knows my patterns.

“Go pack a bag and let’s go”, J said.

I immediately perked up and experienced a thrilling jolt of energy as I responded, “Are we going on an adventure?!”

After a little back and forth of simple questions asking what shoes I would need for this secret adventure, I chugged the last of my coffee and we were in full-blown adventure mode.

I loved every minute of not knowing where we were going, or what we were going to do, or how long we would be gone. All of it thrilled me and I was hooked into the flow of joy! All I cared about is that we were adventuring!

As we drove into Fredericktown, Missouri we almost missed the exit to where we would stay. It was a place called Fredrock. J casually mentioned he hoped he had phone service because the code to access the privacy gate was in his device. Luckily the data wizards worked in our favor and we opened the gate and proceeded forward.

The first thing I noticed was beautiful green spaces as we traveled down the rock road. Then, I saw two beautiful tepees and for a moment, I thought we were staying there, but I didn’t say anything – I just kept taking in the surroundings. As J continued down the path, I was looking all around at our new adventure place as my gaze drew forward I saw it. The Tipsy Gypsy.

“Are we staying at the Tipsy Gypsy?” I asked with the excitement of a two-year-old on Christmas Day.  And as J responded, “Yep” I couldn’t help the giggle fits from erupting out of me in pure joy.

I have teased J for years that I wanted to sell everything and move into a Tiny House and in this very moment, he was making a dream of mine come true with this little weekend adventure. At least for the weekend!

Nothing could have been more perfect for us than the Tipsy Gypsy. The gypsy wagon seemed to fit exactly what I didn’t realize I was hoping for. Off to the right was a couple of chairs by the firepit and an outdoor kitchen/bathroom. It was everything we needed.

Walking up the deck stairs to the wagon was a beautiful copper tub that was stunning and massive.   The inside of the wagon glowed of red lights and décor that really made you feel like you were a gypsy! I was smiling ear to ear the whole time. All the while, J watching me with a smile because he knew he did good.

We didn’t take too long to get our things organized and we were off to adventure the property. We passed the RVs and turned left to see camping sites that offered a little privacy from the RV’s. We happened upon a huge swan that looked like it was part of an amusement park ride at one time. We stopped and J took my picture and we continued on.

We came across a creek where we found our honorary rock as our souvenir. We sat in silence as we enjoyed the view then explored upstream of the creek to find a great place for a swim.

Later, we explored more and listened to the cicadas serenade us as we noticed a rhythm to the cycle of their song getting louder, then softer, then louder… Every now and then J would walk into a massive cobweb and gruffly say “your welcome” as he has done for years in our outdoor adventures.

We found the rapids and explored the big rocks just enough to realize how slippery they were and decided our adventure was best served by heading back to get our swimming suits on and back to the creek we went.

As evening came, we lit the outdoor candle and started a fire as our music softly played in the background. Every now and then J and I would pick up conversation and then trade talking for singing, silence and more talking as we normally do. Just two people lost in the beauty of nature taken by the awe of sights, sounds, smells and a cool breeze contrasted by the heat of the flames.

As J tended to the fire, I watched how eventually the flames turned to embers and in that moment, neither of us could have been any happier. The Tipsy Gypsy worked her magic on us, offering a simple reminder immense joy can be found in the smallest of things.

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