Hello folks! This is me. In photos of myself I do the exact same *straighten back, smirk and put hands semi in pockets* pose. I prefer being on the other side of the camera, but occasionally I have to see how fat I look on screen. I grow beards out of laziness and wear hats for the same reason. I’m a big fan of Lake Superior, Chinos, and IPAs. Say hi sometime 👋
August 15th found us on our way towards the Outer Banks NC. But for the night we found a nice spot on the water at The Refuge Campground. It was a mixture of permanent and overnighters like myself. Th exclusivity was evident in the need for a code to use the bathroom. The ride out was scenic. At night I visited an open air theatre and watched half of the play “The Lost Colony” which told the story of the first colonists. Very different than the American Horror Story adaptation but still good. The second half was rained out so I never found out what happened to the colonists. A mad dash to the trailer and I found Mabel all snug and dry. A good night until the frog that somehow got in woke us up. Tomorrow Kitty Hawk!
A moment to calm the noise. A pair of free climbers stopped next to me. We talked about the clouds coming in and the potential for them to be up in the rock overnight if the weather got real tough. I had a deadline and a long drive back on the 15 but I couldn’t move just yet. A few miles from me gold plated slot machines got worked by grey colored people. Pitiful hope and cigarette smoke filled rooms designed to suck you dry. Vegas died when Dean Martins dentures got sold on eBay. Now it’s a one liner with a cheap plastic lei. The same town that killed Elvis, Kinison, and drove Hughes mad. No one loves a winner in this town, but lose big and you’ll get the red carpet and free booze. Top shelf! Sip it from the top floor while you stare down at your inevitable demise. But you’re special. See that guy sitting at the slots. He was special too. Before the one bad batch of molly when his name would open any nightclub door. So was she, before the crooked back and when her grand kids still called her every holiday. The climbers walked on into the little valley. I had a deadline and a long drive. I just stood there for a while.
Lately I’ve been thinking about last year’s trip and where I was on certain days. Turns out , on this day in 2017, I was visiting my folks in North Carolina. I hadn’t seen them in over a year so it was nice to catch up. It was great to sleep under a real roof and only steps away from the bathroom. At this point of the trip, I had been on the road for about 30 days, and had no idea what was ahead of me. What an amazing journey it turned out to be. Its funny how life changes from year to year. On August 13, 2016, quitting work and traveling around the country with my dog and sleeping in a camper was beyond thought. But on August 13, 2017, the cube was replaced by the camper and wandering was my occupation. Now, on August 13, 2018, I find myself back in the old cube, but now as a contractor helping out a new supervisor get up to speed. You just never know where life will take you, and sometimes you just need to hold on and enjoy the ride. The blog is updated: www.travelswithmabel.com//