A trip to WhoKnowsWhere

My husband and I both retired in 2016.  We bought a 21-foot trailer, jammed our truck full of warm coats and boots, flip-flops and sun tops. We set up the backseat for our beloved lab with a comfy two inch dog bed.  We stowed maps under my seat and spent three months on the road.  On the road without a plan or destination.  FaceBook reminded me of that trip this morning by asking if I wanted to post this photo of me at Glacier Point, Yosemite.  No thanks on FaceBook but I will post it here.  Amazing memories of that trip.  Every time I talk about it I know I sparkle.  My husband sparkles.  I tell people, "Trip of a lifetime.  You don't know our country until you drive it.  Until you sleep in dust of a desert town that reminds you of the Wild West.  Until you watch God light up the evening sky in the Badlands.  Until you stop in the road to let buffalo cross in Yosemite or spend a week at the edge of a lake, waking up at the crack of dawn to listen to the coyotes howl at daybreak."  Sadly, our trailer, affectionately called Mini because it's a MiniLight Camper (and not a $500,000 behemoth with two bathrooms, a fireplace, and dishwasher) has been parked next to our garage for six years.  But, we are thinking about hitting the road again, a road which is very different since the pandemic.  More crowded we are anticipating.  But, travel is once again on our mind.  Selling our safe, boring but cute little house on a canal in Florida is a real possibility.  Just feeling free and living life, staying healthy.  That's my goal going forward.  But first we have to go to court to evict a tenant won't leave our property until the sheriff escorts his alcoholic ass down the road.  I have found recently that it's easy to overwork.  Both my husband and I have done that.  All our lives.  But we are making a change.  Selling things, lightening up.  Life does not go on forever like I used to think when I was twenty.  Time to do what I have always wanted to do with no regrets and little fear.  No doubt, the world seems to be burning.  I get a headache reading the news. I acknowledge the pandemic is surging one again, politicians are lying as the mid-terms loom, my left arm hurts more than usual, I fear an upcoming MRI.  But I am leading a happy life anyway.  Time to plan that Springtime roadtrip and a trip to WhoKnowsWhere.