Twenty-two days and 6,000 miles of tent-camping adventure!
Among the fondest memories of my childhood are the long summers spent traveling across the country in our turtle-topped, CB-squawking Dodge conversion van. My mom would pack us in that puppy just after school let out for the summer and we’d travel just about anywhere four wheels and a tent could get us. It has been a dream of mine to do that with Jocelyn and the kids.
Jocelyn’s story is different. Since she was tiny, summers were spent at her grandparent’s place on the rocky coastline of southern Maine. We’ve been going there every summer since we got married, and when the kids came along, we continued that routine. Sadly, in 2020 Jocelyn’s grandmother sold the place. Joce was beside herself. But grieving eventually gave way to possibility, and the stories of my childhood adventures provided encouragement that we could start a new chapter – we’d go beyond Maine. We’d see what other wonders the great United States has to offer. We’d go further.
The kids still had camp in the morning. I was officially on vacation from work and my mornings were spent doing yard work. I allocated about 1 hour per day for weeding, trimming, and pruning. It was equal measures rewarding and exhausting.
A cure for four months in isolation? A month in Maine!
Every year we head to Maine for, traditionally, two weeks. This year we’ve come up for the month of July. I could NOT be happier. I worked for the first two weeks (while we were doing our mandatory quarantine), and the kids have been taking online classes. Despite quarantine, work, and school, we have had some fun!
Naturally – the view from my temporary office is MUCH nicer than at home; though I absolutely miss my 27 inch curved MSI MAG27CQ! My eyes are old 🙁