Regrouping
I went through 2 consecutive nights of miserable luck in finding comfortable hotel accomodations. The first night found me paying too much for closed in discomfort. The second night found me pulling into an Ohio State Park, ready to sleep on my cot without a blanket or pillow, much less wake up luxuries, like coffee and breakfast. I think angels guided me to that spot. For sure, the mother and son in the neigboring campsite were human angels who welcomed me to their campfire. None of us could get our hearts into packing yesterday morning. It was a splendid night of companionship and shared comfort.
My irritation at driving past all these wonderful camping spots is still rising. Our park system is my greatest personal pride in being a U.S. citizen. I have yet to see its equal in my intercontinental wandering. My anti-clutter obsession has prevented me from buying new camping equipment. Buying things I already own is a first class ticket to clutter madness. Still. . . I am more than a thousand miles and uncounted campsites from any of that equipment.
I landed in Charleston, West Virginia last night and contracted this room for two nights. Got shopping on my mind.
We see what grows. . .
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wishing you continued safe travels! :)
Donate camping equipment when you get home? Leave in truck for emergency getaway? Escape supplies? (I'm being silly, but I'm betting that you could find something to do with extra camping gear...
i'm hoping your trip continues nicely.
The shopping didn't work out so well. I credit my lack of shopping skills/passion for the development of my creative/foraging drives. I'd a hundred times druther gypsy-rig something or go dumpster diving to get me through the immediate need than go shopping. Quite a few of my gypsy-rigs have outlasted the stuff I would have bought.
This evening finds me confused, anxious and near to tears at random intervals. Trying to let emotions run their own course. After 40 odd years of therapy, crying remains rare for me. I often wonder if that blockage drags out my grieving process. Dunno. Stats unavailable. Ya gots to be able to measure a thing before you can run stats.
Attempting to disconnect logical functions. It is illogical to use logic in matters of the heart. Emotions go where they go by their own mystery. Just let the mystery be. Processing. . .