ALL TONIGHT’S PHOTOS WERE TAKEN RIGHT HERE IN OUR OWN PARK’S FOREST
With Saturday mornings flat tire needing fixed Pheebs & I were off to Clinton’s Huron Tirecraft in the pouring rain. Busy time for tire shops this time of year with people piling in wanting their snow tires put on. Said they could get it done today sometime but didn’t know when. We’ll go back Tuesday and hope they have it fixed.
Country roads were a sea of mud so carefully avoiding them we took a paved scenic route home. Couldn’t even stop for a leg stretch, rain-rain-rain!!!! I had pretty much resigned myself to and inside day sitting in the corner reading when, ‘surprise-surprise’ our rain quit and skies began to clear. Glorious sunshine began to spill into our yard and with that I was out the door, up my tall step ladder, and cleaning pine needles out of our eavestroughs.
And if eavestrough cleaning wasn’t enough I took Pheebs out for a long walk around our pine tree trail. Had not been out there in the woods for probably a month and a half. With the Sun’s rays tumbling through the forest canopy of yellow sugar maples the forest took on a golden glow. I had been waiting since about mid September to see that. Always my favorite every Autumn.
One of the things that led to our decision not to travel south this winter was the growing RV travel stress we both felt. Our drive last winter out to the Southwest then over to Florida and back home really took it’s toll and this last little 3 week jaunt out to the Maritimes just about done us in totally. It seems we don’t handle stress as well as we once did and RVing can certainly be stressful as I’m sure any RV’er would attest to. Up until a couple years ago we understood, accepted, and handled the stress of owning and maintaining an RV like most other traveling folks. We knew there would be a lot of driving ahead and yes there were some bad traffic days but we always made it through and kept on going. I’ve always loved driving but these last couple RVing years drained the fun out of it for me. Traffic’s getting heavier, drivers are getting crazier and we’re both just tired of RVing through all that heavy craziness.
Recreational Vehicles are complicated machines prone to things happening when you least expect them. RV’s bumping, twisting, and bending down the road with their electrical systems, plumbing, hydraulics, holding tanks, solar systems, and another dozen things I haven’t thought about bouncing and jiggling around can be a major concern at the best of times. Not so much it seems when one is younger and just starting out but after having problems at various times with each and every one of those things one reaches a point (well we did anyway) where the stress simply becomes too much and the fun drain out of it.
YES IT’S A NICE LOOKING PARK WE HAVE HERE AND NO THAT IS NOT OUR MOTORHOME
WITHIN MINUTES OF WALKING OUT OUR DOOR WE ARE INTO THE FOREST
We’re finding now at this age and stage of life one of our priorities in life is to eliminate as much stress as we can, not add to it. When I sold my motorcycle a year ago it was a big weight off my shoulders. One less vehicle to maintain and stress over. I had my enjoyment and day in the sun. Just as in RVing we’ve had our day in the sun as well. We’ve enjoyed our Snow Birding years to the max. Both Kelly and I are at a different place in our lives now and it’s time to de-stress, simplify, and move on to other things. (Well darn-it anyway)
GROANER’S CORNER:(( A traveling evangelist always put on a grand finale at his revival meetings, When he was to preach at a church, he would secretly hire a small boy to sit in the ceiling rafters with a dove in a cage. Toward the end of his sermon, the preacher would shout for the Holy Spirit to come down, and the boy in the rafters would dutifully release the dove.At one revival meeting, however, nothing happened when the preacher called for the Holy Spirit to descend. He again raised his arms and exclaimed: "Come down, Holy Spirit!"Still no sign of the dove.The preacher then heard the anxious voice of a small boy call down from the rafters:"Sir, a big black cat just ate the Holy Spirit. Shall I throw down the cat?"
“What do you call the medical condition where your feet go to sleep? Coma-toes.”