What kind of baggage do we haul around? I’m looking around here. Beautiful mountains, cool breeze. This stuff just doesn’t fit in your luggage. I’m in a little campground North of Albuquerque, New Mexico. We are the only people here camping in a tent. All the others are in Rvs. Seems like the way to travel now. The majority of the population is older couples, with or without grandchildren. I am without grandchild now that Mr. Grandson choked and decided to quit the National Guard.
I’m sad and happy at the same time. He was a huge over grown toddler. This camping stuff is hard. My Mom and I had some re-realizations. Don’t wait till the end of the day when you have driven 11 millions miles to go shopping for food. Duh! We both knew better than that, but we did it anyway. A road weary float through Wally-Mart is positively surreal after a long day on the road.
It’s beautiful and peaceful here. No TV, thank you God. No radio, no nothing. Well OK, almost nothing. I’m typing away furiously on my little net book. It was a dollar extra for electrical juice, so what the hey?