Four days into the camping experience, the committment is made. Paid. There is now a date of expiration on my permit. It took time to get the calendar to agree with the wants of our party, but I can lay my head to rest knowing there won’t be a knock on the tent door with an eviction notice.
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Stay in a campground long enough and you’ll find other repeat customers. I’m not always able to pull their names up from the mental Rolodex, but we are creatures of habit. That is, we try to pitch in the same little spot each season. Birds do things in a similar way.
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A generation ago, if you saw a piece of broken bottle on the beach, the parent in charge would warn against the danger of cutting off a limb. Now, we sell that same shard as precious jewellry, in shops boasting access to “sea glass”. How times change.
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We started the day with a hail and farewell to the family, and then set off to the city to repair a reputation. Seems that my domain (the kind that keeps me enthralled) had been delisted.
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The plight of the fickle tourist can be summarized: What to do when it rains?
I accept the need for balance in the universe. Hot and cold; wet and dry. Without precipitation, the Green Island becomes the Red Island, replete with dust and a lack of shade. But, when your time is counted, measured, paid for by the minute, there’s a little voice that whines. Why can’t it rain at night, instead of during prime beach season.
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Once the decision is taken, there is a moral obligation to carry through to a conclusion. You can put that as a motto over your fireplace, if it helps. For us, although the actual get out of town seemed to take hours, the time on the road went rather well.
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I’ve been “around the Horn” this evening, and thankful for living a virtual life.
Recently, I’d looked up the map details of the world at the tip of South America, in part to put some meat on descriptions given in a book I’d been reading. Face it, unless there really are miracles, I’m not likely to be going down that way any time soon. Best to rely on new technologies and the tales of others.
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Her voice made a believer out of me. The tone rarely varied, but her directions were concise and, to a certain point, worth following.
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Reporting the progress of my parcel (note the italics; ownership is an acquired virtue) might not be as exciting as reporting on interplanetary travel, but there’s not much of that going on these days. My parcel is the only show in town. Today, we made the big jump.
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As my uncle used to say, “There and back again, all in the same day”. Today was an Official Family Roadtrip Afternoon, the like of which hasn’t been seen hereabouts in a couple of years.
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