On the road back to ordinary life
Now that we’ve made our way through the maze to the van-camp several times, it seems so simple. At least, that’s my summation, as we headed for the big bridge. However, I can’t tell you how to get there; I suspect that this is a route in constant flux. My best advice: ask your version of Siri, and see where it takes you. Can’t hurt too much.
This has been a rad day, with the usual fuel and coffee stops. Late in the afternoon, we made a (good) judgement call and decided not to sprint the final distance in the dark, among the roaming moose. We returned to the same campground as earlier in the trip, booked a serviced site and then went to the city for a delicious hilltop supper. Uncrowded, relaxed, etc.
And now I’m in my chair, letting the awning dry properly, preparing to top up the Titan. By this time tomorrow, our only real roadtrip since the pandemic started will be in the memory bag, and I can contemplate the changing seasons.
What have I learned, this time out? Nothing, really. We are finding a level of confidence in our role as glampers. Even the dog. We know where (and when) to stow things. Our motion sensing lamp for the interior has lost it’s stickiness, which has turned it into a missile on a random schedule, but we’ll cure that too. Ever heard of duct tape?
Hint to myself: pack more fresh fruits, for road days. Much better for me than gas bar snacks.
