Observation: Jack seems to do well when I do well. If I'm stressed driving he seems to meow more. If it's smooth sailing and I'm chill, so is he. It's interesting.
Another observation: This trip reminds me of labor. As in birthing babies. There is pain and agony, followed by rest. There is much talk of never doing this again. The end result (the campground in this case) is so wonderful I forget the previous agony and, lo and behold, do it again.
Such mixed feelings. One minute I'm ready to quit. The next I'm ready to get a super cool, larger, more easily driven camper. These thoughts occupy the many miles I traverse daily. Along with taking time to look at the beauty of New England. And to remind myself to Be Here Now.
I love a Salt Box, a Cape Cod, especially when they're sided with cedar shake shingles. Some of you may not know that I was born in Connecticut and lived there until I was 11. In a Cape Cod house. There is so much that feels like home here to me. The leaves are turning, the air is cool. My favorite season since childhood, fall has so much to love. I could see myself living in many of the sweet towns I pass through.
Tonight we are at a very quiet campground on a lake at the State Line Campground between RI and CT. Most of the seasonals have left or gone home to work for the week. Another laundry day before I picked Annelle up from the trail.
It took me a while but I backed in. It's funny how, once I get a groove going, it's easy. The groove part just takes longer than I'd like!
P.S. I'm grateful, as above, for the easy roads. And for the quiet of this place. We've had a nice dinner and are both, after all the planning for the next few days, relaxing.
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