Well, we did it. We drove 24 hours three weekends in a row to make the trip from Phoenix, Arizona to Portland, Maine. Jon worked during the week and drove during the weekends. We shifted three time zones and we still don’t want to get out of bed. Also, the list of repairs has grown from just the awning that blew off over the slide to a slide-out having issues, a countertop hinge issue in the bedroom, and a dying 1990s television. But, eh, that just comes with the rattling.
This morning I woke up and forgot where I was – Phoenix, Albuquerque, Denver, Sandusky? It’s the strangest feeling to be sleeping in the same bed, but wonder what lies beyond your open door. I was glad to remember I was no longer in the Walmart parking lot with the squeal and revving of jacked-up trucks wandering to find something to do on a Saturday night.
Even though we have been overnighting in Walmart parking lots for seven years as we travel, we still think it is hilarious. Jon was adding to the end of every sentence “in a Walmart parking lot.”
“Here I am, getting dressed in a Walmart parking lot. Brushing my teeth, going to the bathroom, watching TV, laying in bed, making love, making coffee…in a Walmart parking lot. Who knew that would be our future!
So, today I feel peaceful in my thrift store flowing stamped elephant pants and a tank top. My hair is wild and free as I sip the coffee in bed Jon made for me. Tootsie the terrier begs for the window to be opened a crack so she too can remember where she is and look for the roaming turkey that visits our RV site. Jon and I laughed when we saw her waddling by the RV. The local campground turkey, that’s a first!
The air is humid and reminds me of being home in Minnesota for the summer as well as the greeting from the local mosquitoes. The black bear roams just a few sites down on the edge of the campground where she takes on the birds to steal birdseed from feeders. We have left the city Dear Ones.
I am here sipping coffee in an odd little corner of a campsite that is the transient seasonal spot for newcomers into “The Circle.” This is a neighborhood of seasonal summer stayers who have been coming back to this little corner for an average of 20 years. The seven or so campers and park model dwellers meet daily for coffee or beer or to play washer games. We have never been so welcomed into a campground. One of the neighbors brought over a steel rake and helped Jon level the site before we pulled in.
“When you see us out here, come on over and pull up a chair,” they keep saying.
We are determined to make this a memorable summer. I wish you the same!
(photo credit: Dan Otis)