And Away We Go!

I’d like to say with time we get better at preparing for these extended outings. But this year has me wondering. I brought the trailer home Thursday morning as planned. We packed and loaded well past sunset but as we crawled into bed I estimated we still had 4 hours of of prep before we’d be ready to hit the road. That was after having made two trips to a nearby filling station with a 5 gallon container to add 10 gallons of diesel to the truck. I had planned on filling the truck on the way to pick up the trailer but the islands at the tiny station in front of Walmart were all occupied except for the two that were blocked by the delivery tanker.

Unlike in previous years we have no sightseeing planned for our westbound journey. We’ll visit family and attend a weekend-long college graduation celebration for our niece. Oh, and get the RV frame fixed.

We finally hit the road Friday at 10:40 and immediately began having frequent encounters with the Florida state bird. At first I could count the lovebug strikes but soon they were hitting with such intensity it sounded like rain. When we stopped for lunch I checked the front of the rv and found it COVERED with the nuciances. I also checked our frame cracks and was pleased to see they weren’t any bigger.

We were parked next to an older motorhome with all the compartment lids and the door open. It looked like a repair or adjustment was under way. The driver was aparently from out of state. As we prepared to leave he tapped on my window and said, “Did you see the front of your RV?” I believe he thought he was informing me. When I told him we get this twice a year he turned back to his own bug-splattered rig. 

We reached our campground for the weekend at about 3:30, dropped the trailer off and headed to Gainesville for dinner and get the necessities we had already discovered we’d forgotten (see paragraph one). Driving in Gainesville makes me feel like Marty McFly having been sent back in time to 1955. But unlike in the movie, everyone else has been sent back, too. Just the town itself is 1955. So everyone is driving around in current-day vehicles in 60 year old infrastructure. The traffic can barely move. I wished I had a hoverboard.

We pulled into one of the few gas stations with a diesel sign out front. There was ONE diesel pump which shared space with a gas pump. As I approached, a college student pulled up to THAT pump. I thought, “Ok, it’s a small car. It’ll only take a minute.” Then she exited the car with a cellphone up to her ear and headed for the convenience store.

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