Packing It All Up
The hows and whys, the methods to the madness, the game plans as to what stuff we haul with us across the country seem to flux and shift more than a chameleon would in a Dr. Seuss book.
I know that I have a job in Baton Rouge for several months. So I'll need my tools, but probably not to much winter gear.
However we don't know where Cindy and Skye will end up. So better to be on the safe side than freezing. Then there's our circus infatuation and my traveling gym, which I always bring and rarely have time to use. After stocking a couple of kitchens, we've collected quite a bit of stuff that makes things a little more pleasant.
Of course, there's the camping gear and the bikes. One can't forget the hula hoops. And since I'll be near water, I most certainly bring my dive equipment, so I can finally get my diving certification, and in water that's not nearly so icy as on the West Coast.
Then there's setting up a class for Skye's home schooling. And while we have managed to stream line things quite a bit, the set-up invariably grows to the capacity of the space we're in.
Getting to what you need is always a challenge, although I'm getting better and better and foreseeing what's best to have at hand. Skye and Cindy might not agree with this as one of the daily issues is to take care and not crush the unicorn mask.
Sometimes you've got to just kick back and watch the clouds pass by.
This nomadic experiment that we're in the midst of has been challenging and thought provoking.
It's been a valuable lesson on so many levels. Taking the time to relax has been one of them.
Stopping for Pictures
We had just started the day when I saw this sign that was way to good to pass up.
Several hours later just a bit before Houston I didn't stop and pull off the highway for another priceless photo-op. Both Cindy and Skye were asleep, we were running behind and low on gas.
But I still regret not getting a picture of the chariot being pulled by several unicorns. I did see a ginormous statue of that and really hate not having proof of it. Oh well maybe next time.
Finding Village Creek
I remember traveling before GPS and the internet and such, when one would go to great lengths to find quality maps and then spend considerable time mapping out one's journey.
The night before would be spent rechecking maps and atlases, estimating times.
Now we tend to just jump in the car, type in the destination and follow the directions our computer tells us, even when they don't seem to make much sense.
The computer and GPS are right most of the time, but sometimes signals get crossed so to speak and can lead to getting quite lost. And before you know it, you're out of cell service, don't have a clue as to where you are and of course, you didn't bother to find a map.
That's what happened to us trying to find Village Creek State Park, one of the campgrounds Skye and I had stayed at on our first trip across the country several years ago. I was still using maps and charting the destination the night before, so we reached it with relative ease.
This time we ended up in residential areas, back-tracked, retraced our steps, drove around trying to find internet service, all while hauling around the trailer and running out of day light.
We eventually found it. It's amazing how different Texas looks on opposite ends.
We had just barely crossed the Texas-Louisiana border when we pulled off in Sulphur, LA to go to The Boiling Point.
We got a big pot of boiled crawfish along with a bunch of other Cajun yummies, that I would go into greater detail if I didn't have to run off to make it to circus class.