Hey wait! It’s not what you think.
No hookup. No romance. No campground high jinks.
After two years of traveling solo, my lovely and well-grounded daughter decided to travel with me for my summer tour of the Canadian Atlantic Provinces. (Quick geography lesson: the Canadian Maritime Provinces include New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, and Prince Edward Island; add Labrador and Newfoundland, and you have the Canadian Atlantic provinces. Yeah, I’m confused, too.)
So—I have a traveling companion!
We’ve worked out our respective spots, sleeping and otherwise—in my little trailer. She
sleeps “upstairs” and hangs out on the right-hand bench. I sleep “downstairs” and hang out on the left. I was able to lighten up the trailer by about 50 pounds because I’ll only be living in it for the next three months rather than indefinitely, due to my new home base.
Julia has filled up the empty shelves and cupboards with hippie skirts and heavy sweaters. She definitely takes “campground chic” to a whole new level.
It’ll be delightful to have a navigator while I’m driving. No more trying to unfold a map in the middle of a construction zone. (She won’t even let me look at my cell phone.) And it’ll be a new experience to have a hiking companion. I’m thinking I’ll be urged to new heights of achievement on the trail, and I’ll have young eyes to see the stuff I miss, which is a lot. It’s already been less lonely in the campground.
Plus, I’ll get some special time with my impressive daughter, who is fresh out of college and ready to launch. Who knows when an opportunity like this will come again?
So once again, this mobile lifestyle has yielded unexpected benefits. Who would have thought I’d spend six months with my baby grandson in New York City as I did last winter? Who would have thought I’d travel through the eastern half of Canada with my grown-up daughter?
Life is full of magic.
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I’ll post a map of my itinerary soon. (That’s another benefit of a young companion—computer skills!)