I had several posts in mind for today, but due to a new computer and a sore throat, I think I will postpone these in favor of stealing emails from my intrepid sister-in-law, whose 3300 mile journey up and down the U.S. culminated in a significant birthday today.
In lieu of a present, Johanna, this is the best that I can do.
Jodie will celebrate her natal day in an RV Park in northern Georgia today, ambling along a creek with her faithful Shih-Tzu, Rudy, and return shortly to the glory and glamour that is the Emergency Room of Chandler Hospital in Savannah.
I have spent many of my birthdays in beautiful, serene places.This spot has to rank up at the top.The sky is bright blue, the leaves are red, gold and orange, the creek is clear and gurgling over the rocks. The relaxation factor is a 10. Rudy and I hiked all the way up to the big waterfall this afternoon and both of us set back on a log and took in the kind of scenery you usually only see on computer screen savers.
The Birthday Adventure Trip has elicited much soul-searching, along with two critical observations about the world. This is #1:
There are very few small motorhomes on the road. Most all of the motorhomes in all my campgrounds have been those big giant bus size things. First, those things cost a couple hundred thousand dollars to buy not to mention getting 2 miles to the gallon. Is there something wrong with me that I don't even envy a motorhome that you have to worry about fitting in a parking spot anywhere?
I don't know about you, but I take parallel parking very seriously, so no, I would never have RV envy. Ever.
The posted speed limit everywhere is simply a SUGGESTION -- not a LAW. If this country wanted to raise some major revenue, they would start fining and enforcing speed limits. I am so anal that I just can't bring myself to exceed a posted speed limit. I am the last of a dying breed. Go ahead -- make fun of me. I'm elderly, I expect it.
(As a youngish rule-follower, I get that.)
Tomorrow, Johanna will pack up her peignoirs, batten her hatches and head south to home.
I miss my family and friends but am very sad about this trip coming to an end. When I start the engine tomorrow morning to head back to Atlanta, it will be with tears in my soul. Just to keep me from getting too maudlin, I plan to stop at the Dawsonville Factory Outlet Mall for some retail therapy tomorrow afternoon.
Thank you, Sue, for including me in your wonderful blog. Thank you, Will, for providing a great week at Camp Will.Thank you, Sarah, for taking care of my house.Thank you,Tom and Lara, for packing, unpacking and transporting me to and from the RV place. Thank you, Rudy, for being the best traveling companion I've ever had.
Until I can be back "On the Road Again."
Love to all.
PS to the birthday girl: please learn how to upload your pictures to the Internet. These posts would've been way sexier with pictures of those campfires and that shirtless guy.