Rough Take Off and Landing

Special Note: Blog posting failure. Apparently, public wifi here is not strong enough to post text or photos on the blog. We have enlisted the help of my son, Aaron, to post the emails that we will send him.

Back to the blog.

WEEKLY WEATHER REPORT FROM CAMP WEBEGONE

Weekly high: 73.9

Low: 43.2

Wind gust: 4.3

Rain: 0”

Humidity has been about 80 percent.

NEWS FROM LAKE WEBEGONE (apologies to Garrison Keillor)

So, leaving Portland at 5pm in rush hour traffic while pulling a trailer. Our progress was a bit slow, to say the least. Stopped at The All American for food, and it lived up to its name. Bleh. But it was easy to find a parking place there, and that's become an important issue, what with the rig. Currently developing a new skill to scope out where we can go. (There was a near-disaster on the second day when we stopped for a bathroom break at an Arby's and Rich erroneously tried to pull around the take-out line. Close call on that one.)

The first time you do anything it takes 3x as long as planned. Looking back, we probably should have started prepping everything and loading the trailer two days earlier, as the initial take off time was 3 hours after we planned. Not to mention, several things got left in the dust and several things that we packed (we think) have not emerged from the chaos of our trailer.

“Rich, did you pack the gigantic package of paper towels?”

“Do we have the solar lights?”

“Oops, only brought a small bottle of olive oil.” That, when we use olive oil daily instead of butter.

And so on.

BLACK AND BLUE, BUT WE'VE ARRIVED

Rich bashed his thumb lifting up the stairs to the trailer, and on Friday, Cheryl wiped out

Geriatric Gypsies

on her new bike that is designed for someone at least two inches taller, adding another gash to accompany all the others on her left knee.

But we're here.

We arrive at our camp host site and someone is camping there, so our day for landing is delayed. That's meant we are still in process of finding, stowing, and setting up. But, our guest spot for the evening was a riverside site, which was gorgeous. Our host site is away from the river, so this was a very nice bonus.

SPECIAL NOTE FROM RICH: I would say we are happy, as all of the above was just part of the process. When I returned from Haiti (or was it just before I left?), Sue Liss gave me a diary with the saying “We find our way one step at a time.” That has been a mantra for us, these past several months. And we are holding to it, as we move forwards on this journey.