Somewhere, NE
I already mentioned the problem with long drives–plenty of time to think of great things to say, but they leave my tiny head before I get a chance to write them down. Another problem is that I keep rolling into campsites at one, two, maybe three in the morning, and really don’t feel like doing much other than sleeping. I tried to make this one a little better (theoretically, I should have been in a little after midnight), but another damn time zone rolled by and these stupid campsites are impossible to navigate at night. Particularly by yourself. I had to unhook the Tracker by myself in the dark because I couldn’t make the turn they wanted me to and you can’t back up with the Tracker attached.
Hey, only two distinct topics in that paragraph, I’m back on the road to literacy. I technically could go back and start a new paragraph at “I tried…,” but this way it’s like a look inside my mind, a “Making of The Update” kinda deal. My treat to you.
I’m kinda punchy after all the driving, so I’ll apologize in advance for what this update must look like. 540 miles today, 625 yesterday, and 508 the day before. Yowza. If I can get a decent start tomorrow, and if Roberta Verona keeps running as well as she has been, I’ll be waking up in my own bed Wednesday morning (actually, more like Wednesday afternoon, at the rate I’m going).
But again, that depends on tomorrow being another 600+ mile day. I hope I can get to sleep, what with the adventures getting the RV parked tonight and the fact that Nebraska’s thermostat is set noticeably warmer than Wyoming’s (I miss Wyoming, I didn’t know how good I had it), and the fact that the campsite I finally got wedged into is only 20 amp electrically. Don’t know & don’t care precisely what that means, but the practical implications are that I can’t run the AC. Oh, well, I think it’s safe to run the fan (and by “I think it’s safe” I mean I’m doing it now, and have not yet exploded into a huge fireball that scatters debris for miles and miles), so I’m doing that, anyway.
Called Suzy on the run from somewhere in Wyoming (it’s fun just to say that… really stretch it out now: WHY-OOOHHH-MING. See? Fun) and she commented that I sounded a lot better, and looking at what I’ve read I think I’m reading a lot better, too.
I think I got to the point where I didn’t _have_ a point, anymore. Newport was fantastic (and it’s currently my choice for where-to-live-after-I-leave-SC, whenever that might be), but I really wasn’t _doing_ anything there. I had gotten to all of the places that I’d planned to go, met the people I wanted to, took the photos I hoped for (well, I missed Grand Canyon, but there’s not a chance in hell I was driving back through Nevada just for some piddly-squit hole in the ground, I don’t care how good it’s PR department is…), and ended sentences with the prepositions I wanted to (see, the rules of grammar are yours to toy with as long as you draw attention to it before the reader notices! Silly reader!). Steve Winwood helped me realize that it was time I should be going, and that was all it took. Zoom, like an RV on rails.
I am looking forward to getting home. I miss Scout a lot, I know this probably sounds weird, but that cat is the best friend I’ve ever had. Crash and I are getting along great, but still… I’m also looking forward to sorting out all the stuff I’ve accumulated and stashed throughout the RV. I’ll bet I’m going to be surprised by half the stuff I find.
And I’m looking forward to my music. I’m still not sure what the first step is as far as getting in front of lots of people, but I’m pretty sure there will be a homebrew tape available with acoustic stuff written, recorded, or otherwise worked on while on the road. Right now it looks to be six songs, but there may be a seventh if the stuff that’s been roaming around my head the past couple days stays there long enough for me to get a chance to extract it.
So, plan on me being home sometime Wednesday (although I’m secretly shooting for late Tuesday night). And we’ll go from there.