It’s been a stretch since my last adventure—the Pigeon Blood Agate trip where my truck gave up and my brother hauled me out of the desert. Since then, life’s been a blur of moving boxes, late nights, and fresh starts.

The good news? I’m finally in my new place, and it’s spectacular. The homeowner rents out the master bedroom to me—big bay window, walk-in closet, enough room for my lounge chair, desk, and editing setup. Through my patio door there’s a little pond surrounded by a jungle of grapevines and raspberries. It’s overgrown now, but I can already see what it’ll become once I tame it. I’ve got a green thumb and a soft spot for bringing things back to life.

The truck is at a mechanic at last—someone brave enough to tackle the flywheel and starter job. Once she’s running again, I’m hitting the road no matter what the weather throws at me. Snow, wind, or sun, I just need to be back out there with a camera in hand. Even if it’s just a simple road trip or a day of talking geology against the backdrop of canyon walls, I’ll take it.

While I’ve been grounded, I’ve poured that restless energy into my other projects. VibeScript is getting sharper every week, and SheenaVision.com is coming together behind the scenes—my own creative portal for stories, photos, and videos. I’ve also been sketching plans for RocksAndBids.com, a place where collectors and rockhounds can share, trade, and tell the stories behind the stones.

For now, I’m letting gratitude settle in. I’ve got a roof I love, a yard waiting to bloom, and a truck that’s finally on its way back to life. Once those wheels touch desert sand again, the next adventure begins.