Earlier this week we said goodbye to our traveling companion and best buddy Phineas. Over the last few months old age caught up to him. It is terribly sad he is gone, but we know Phin had the life all dogs dream of.
He was born almost 14 years ago in Kansas after his mom spotted his dad Jake riding in the back of a pickup truck. Relocated at an early age, he spent most of his days in Vermont (Which was probably a blessing, he hated the heat and loved snow). Much like us, Phineas enjoyed exploring the wilderness. He hiked; he swam; he snowshoed; he got us out of the house in the best and worst weather. He also loved to lay in the sun on his deck, watching over his yard and driveway. Amazingly he was also great with kids.
Just over a year and a half ago we told him we were taking him on a great adventure with us. I’m sure he was a little confused at first. All his favorite couches were suddenly gone and he was trapped in this little silver tube with us. What ever trepidation he had was quickly forgotten once he realized the best campgrounds were on some body of water, and those were just the type we wanted to visit. You can’t read blog posts from our first few months on the road without seeing a picture of Phineas frolicking in water. He loved his “retirement tour” and we wish it didn’t have to end. The Airstream will be empty without him.
Here is a bunch of pictures of Phineas doing what he loved best; Playing in the water.