It's that time of year again. The leaves have fallen and the days and nights have gotten significantly colder. So that's our cue to be at the ready for the annual migration south. Jeez I feel like a bird.
The rig is fixed or so we thought (that's another story), the truck (you remember Precious) is ready to go, all our appointments have been taken care of, so all that's left is to pack the rig with way too much stuff. Every year it's the same question, "do we really need this"? And every year it's the same old answer "of course" so into the rig it goes only to come back home in the spring in the same place we initially backed it. Sooooooo this year is going to be different, we are only taking the absolute necessities. I'm taking half the clothes and Sue is taking half her artsy stuff. That should leave the rig half empty. I will believe it when we are finally on the road.
The water to the park is shut off so we filled every container we could find in the park model, filled the fresh water tank in the rig, and had our last shower. So much for giving Precious a bath.
And of course someone always gets sick. Well this year it is Lulu and myself. Both of us sound like we have colds. I'm not the type of person that jumps to the vet every time one of the dogs gets sick but this sounds strange. So off we went. Some antibiotics and $150 we are good to go or so we think.
We make the last rounds, saying goodbye to family and friends. The truck and rig are connected and ready to pull out in the morning. The weather calls for rain and the dreaded "s" word. A word I can't say around Susan.
Now stay tuned for our trip south.
