Father's Day

Even though it's Father's Day, one of my mother's sayings kept popping into my head all morning.  When Mom was about my age now, (and also traveling for months at a time in her motorhome) she would say, "I can do anything I used to do when I was younger; but it just takes me longer to do it, and it takes me longer to recover from doing it."    

Whoo boy, I understand her now.  Take today, for instance.

We planned ... planned!, mind you, to load up the motorhome this morning, and then take off up the Interstate by noon, or shortly thereafter.  We definitely did NOT anticipate that transferring our lives from the condo to the motorhome would take 4 hours.   Actually, loading up and getting ready to roll does involve quite a bit of maneuvering:  loading clothes, food, electronic gear, hobby gear, knitting stuff, other stuff, and more stuff.  Then there is the exercise of attaching the dinghy to the motorhome, which involves going to get the dinghy at the off-site parking spot, leaving the SUV there, and then driving back to the motorhome, attaching it all together.  Finally, there are the last minute pre-flight checklists, and tire pressure checks to be made before lift-off.

It just takes us longer than it used to to get all this done (thanks for the warning, mom). So, we are resolved that for future trips, loading the motorhome will be a 2-day process.  As it was, we did not cross the Howard Frankland bridge headed north until 3:00 pm.  We made it to Dayton Beach, but no matter the time of day, the drive across Florida was 150 miles of pure joy.  We are on the road again!

Even with the tiring preparations, we love the motorhome lifestyle.  We like the fact that we get to sleep in our own bed every night, we don't have to unpack and repack suitcases every time we change locations, and we don't have to eat in restaurants all the time.  We do have to do our own dishes, tho.

We head for South Carolina tomorrow.