Grandkid Ping-Pong

It felt kind of funny to sleep in our own bed in the Journey.  We haven’t slept in it since the second week of July when we celebrated my dad’s 90th birthday at Brant Lake, NY.

As soon as we returned from NY to son Corey’s house where we left the Journey, we hiked it up to Warwick, Rhode island to Marti’s sister Gail’s house.  We moochdocked in Gail’s driveway big time, but slept in her house instead for almost a whole month.  Gail only had a 15 amp electrical circuit for us to plug in to, which just about kept the batteries charged and the fridge cold.  With the wicked heat there was no way we could run the air conditioner with that little voltage.

Finally leaving scenic Rhode Island (and the arriving and departing jets from nearby T.F. Green Airport), we drove 276 miles to our New Jersey “home”, the campground at Naval Weapons Station Earle.

We wasted no time zipping over to see little Anabelle, who isn’t as little as last time we saw her.  She now is starting on some solid foods and boy does she like it.  She can’t get it in her mouth fast enough and had to hurry Mimi Marti along.

After visiting her, we actually slept in the Journey that night.  Nothing beats your own bed.  But it was not to last.

The next morning, we headed out on a two hour drive to Pottstown, PA to see the other granddaughters, Taylor, Kierra and little Rebekah.

Marti was especially excited because one project she had been working on while up in Rhode Island was sewing matching dresses for the girls.  They loved them.

We stayed two nights with them and had lots of fun. 

Today was a typical exciting day, we left the girls and headed “home”, stopping at the commissary at Fort Dix, NJ to restock the Journey’s fridge and cabinets. I don’t know how Marti did it, but she found room for all that food.  Must come from all the practice she’s had stowing her collection of sandals in the Journey’s bedroom.

A couple of chores to be done on the Journey and the Element and then we’re off on the road again Saturday to our South Carolina “home” to see the grandsons.

Not every day is an exciting hike or climb up a mountain, can’t make daily visits to museums (I’d be shot for sure) or shopping (phew!) but it’s our happy life on the road.

We’re quite thankful to have wheels under our home and be able to visit the grandkids often.  I remember when our three kids were little and how much trouble it was to pack up and visit their grandparents.  So we’re only too happy to take that bother away from our kids and travel to them. 

It’s a win-win, or is it ping-pong?

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