I'm in the doghouse. I was up early and pushing Marti to get ready to leave the Raccoon Valley Escapees RV Park...before she had a chance to finish her second cup of coffee. She did pitch in, but kept giving me the Stink Eye.
I was just anxious to get on the road to complete the last 230 miles to "home", the Woodsmoke RV Campground, just two miles from grandsons Andrew and Owie's house. We haven't seen them for a couple of months.
Today was Sunday and in the past, before we hit the road, it was always a sad day. Sundays were the day that we had to leave our busy, "relaxing" weekend in the campground and head home to start another stressful work week. Perspectives change, we lived for weekends, now we find them a bit annoying.
We actually have to share the campgrounds with those "weekenders" who are cramming a great time into less than 48 hours. How rude. ;c)
We hit the road and were amazed to see all the weekend campers speeding down the highway on the way home. It was a sad sight to see.
That used to be us. Now it is no longer. Everything we went through to get to the full time life that we're loving was worth it. And seeing Andrew and Owie running to greet us was the best part.
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