Bags are packed, etc.
Recalling an old tube about “My bags are packed, I’m ready to go” puts the evening in perspective. A miracle. The car is full, and the fridge is empty. The dog is waiting for his boarding announcement, and within a few hours we’ll be on the road east, through a hurricane if the weather probs are correct. Best way to start a summer vacation.
Our gear is now broken in; I can get the roof racks on without reading the instructions or measuring the number of centimeters offset from the windshield. The big box on the roof fits, and the stuff inside is inside with full closure. Sure, I still double strap, but that’s just because 100 km of headwind with whatever else the wind monster throws up could cause serious headaches if anything let go.
I decided to pack the radio gear, just in case, and the photo gear, just in case, and a swim suit… nothing to do with rising water and more an affinity for the beach. Maybe the dog will follow me through the surf line, from time to time.
And as a commitment to unencumbered travel (in one direction) we will leave our pillows at home and find some cheap replacements in the Wallies in town. The dog will have to sleep on his own soft spot, just like any other dog.
I found the floaty thing for the pool, that holds the chemical pucks. One less thing for son #3 to worry over, should he decide to take care of business.
