On the road to a renewal
How far did I have to go, to renew my contact with the world? Well, I finally have a number. 107 km. This afternoon, with no other reason than “we could”, the dog and his people loaded up the RV and went for a drive. What would be called a “Sunday drive”, except that this is Saturday.
We had no destination in mind, so we simply followed the road that goes by our lane. Around the loop, keeping that road number as a guide. It took a bit more than 90 minutes, because we believe in following the rules of that road, and it made no sense to rush, knowing that home would be there when we arrived.
Now, I have to point out that I haven’t seen parts of this area in over seven months. I never felt lost, but there were changes. Tiny details. A new house, here and there. Some great new pavement. Barns and abandoned homes that didn’t make it through what felt like seven years. Time is easily warped, I guess.
The rig ran well, as it should. I’ve been reading in the online forums, and other people deal with tire blowouts and sudden engine seizures. Not us. Just laid back comfort, befitting our roles as retired voyagers. This would have been our year to discover the deep south. It didn’t happen, obviously. I am an optimist, so next year.
And I have time to plan ahead. No need to “follow the road”. Perhaps a newer GPS would be worthwhile. Something that boasts maps meant for rigs with a lot of headroom.
