A Day on the Move

 

Today was a travel day for us. I don’t like to drive for more than 3 hours at a stretch. That was something Mark and We learned through trial and error. We did our share of 8-10 RV days when we HAD to be somewhere, but traveling like that is awful. Your stressed, tired and it takes the joy out of the trip. I won’t do it, especially alone. 

We arrived at our destination 30 minutes before a good storm hit. Fortunately we had finished setting up and are safe and dry in the 5th wheel. 

Coming to this location has been hard. Mark and I stopped here many, many times. The last 1/2 hour of the drive brought more than a few tears. We will be here until Sunday. I intend to take Rachel to several f Marks favorite places here and share the memories. As hard as it will be for me, I want his memories to live on and be shared. I’m not going to wimp out because it’s hard. I want the grandkids to experience things just like they would if he was physically here. It’s up to me to make sure they do. 

The critters are traveling well. I knew Bella the bulldog would. She loves the car. The cat, not so much but he’s adapting. 

We’ve had a few minor mishaps, but no big issues. So far. We’ve got our system for setting up and breaking down established. Hitching up has turned out to be smoother than I expected and pulling this beast isn’t as stressful as I thought it would be. It helps that I have 14 years experience driving our A classes. 

I miss Mark. I wish he was here sharing the experience with Rachel. I know she wishes the same. 

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