A tendency to overprepare
Here is the mystery of life: how to get away from everything while taking everything with you. I refer to my approach to going on vacation. I do the same thing every year; I overpack.
Back when my bicycle provided the framework and I provided the motive power, the problem wasn’t as obvious. Sure, I had to box stuff up and ship it ahead, once, from Matane; that was once, OK. Usually I weighed the stuff and weighed the consequence. Then, with a wisdom lost to me now, I packed the basics. The necessities.
Blame it on the car. If I didn’t have that (very limited) trunk space, and that silly biscuit box on the roof, I might decide to pack a change of unmentionables and my favorite recorder (musical). But it is so much more amusing to sort the whole hobby kit into bags. Radios, cameras, computers, ebook reader, binoculars (where is my birding guide, I wonder?). Enough clothes to allow access to a variety of social occasions. Eye drops, galore.
Perhaps I should include several dictionaries, or a set of maps that would have done Columbus proud. Why not bring enough recorded music to cover any need for soundtracks that might occur. A violin, perhaps? How much space is left in the Versa? I still have hours to play packing games. Logisitics…
In the end, I’ll reduce my payload, slightly. No satellite antenna, this time around. No bongo drums. And when we get wherever we’re going, I can try to spot replacement cargo, in case I really missed something. Like the boat.
