Thursday, May 24: Bed in RV — Kitchen in RV — yard outside of RV — RV park boundary, 894 feet
Okay — I lied. We don’t roll on today. Instead, we pause, dry out and recover. My eyelids felt as if they were Gorilla glued shut when I finally slipped slowly out of slumber. Tyler was already up.
We made breakfast — bacon, eggs, homemade toast. And coffee. Lots of coffee. I prefer to drink until I begin to twitch, as if I were a 14-year-old child with a very high metabolism and one finger in a light socket.
Speaking of electricity, the power ceased for a bit, since the RV park was under a bit of construction. But the river was raging just outside the back door, and there were RV walls to escape behind when Mr. Wind became — surprise, surprise — persistent. Our hamburgered butts were off our saddles, our feet propped up… it was bliss.
The daylight hours were whittled away gently: word games on mom’s Kindle, Bananagrams tournaments on the picnic table, journalling in the hot sun by the reeds at the river’s edge. Lunchtime, then a walk with the little schnauzers, some picture taking and then dinner, wine and bed.
Feeling relaxed? Us, too. Tomorrow, the adventure continues… hope you’re ready!
- Kickin’ it live: Me and Mama Judy, enjoying a little sunshine at the RV park south of Carbondale.
Live From Suckville Presents: The Sylva Lining 
….it’s as though we are there with you two, maybe it is your gardian angel. We love you! glad we could give you shelter from the elements! Mama Judy and Papa Ed