Sometimes when I read blogs or watch documentaries all I can think is “How do these hipsters make it look so easy?”
I don’t know what kind of world these people live in, they are always young, always attractive, frequently childless, and always seem to have an endless stream of money. They seem more like fictional characters than real people. You have to wonder what they do for a living, are they ever stressed? Do they get bored? Do they fight? Where is the ugly in their life?
Sure, sometimes the bus breaks down, the visa gets denied, or the cake in the oven falls. But these people always seem to handle it with a smile. Or at the very least they look gorgeous while crying.
Well, that ain’t my life.
I get sick. Nothing productive happens for days at a stretch. My kids make giant messes, animals get into my trash, my trailer sometimes smells like something died in it.
People thrive on positive. We love comedy and run from tragedy. We live vicariously through these adventurers and beautiful hipsters. We don’t like our conventional lives, so we read about theirs and forget our problems for a bit.
But who’s to say your conventional life is ugly? Who’s to say you aren’t living a beautiful life, even if it isn’t quite the adventure these people seem to have? Life is a gift, even with its warts and wrinkles. Life is beautiful even with the sickness and the smells.
You don’t have to read blogs or watch fru-fru documentaries (both of which I do. Too much.) to enjoy a beautiful life. All you have to do is start enjoying yours.
Texas is huge. Too huge. If Texas wasn’t so huge we’d be in New Mexico by now.
I kid. But only slightly. Seriously, why is this state so large?
Day four began with an exorbitant expense. Roof repair tape is not cheap at the only open place in town (no one buys rvs on weekends?).
I patched the roof, got the horde rounded up and fed, cleaned up some of the accumulated trash out of the vehicles, and hit the road around noon.
The roof patch worked for about… 20 miles. Thanks to the blazing hot sun the goo of the tape just kinda melted and the tape began to slide. So much for having a “wide temperature range”. Grr.
I added a few more layers of tape and we proceeded with caution.
Then the license plate began to slip. I swear, everything melts in Texas! Now our plate is tied to the ladder of the trailer with a zip tie and a couple of pieces of clothesline. We look classy.
Texas is not only huge, it’s also humid. And with no ac, it is a sweaty drive. I hung out in a gas station just to soak up the air. A sunset and the cooling of the air it brings has never been more welcome.
We made it to Junction, a town with no phone service. That might be the only notable thing about Junction. The roof needed a bit more rubber cement and a push on the tape. I think it will hold up. I hope.
It’s day five. Lord willing, this is the last day of driving. By tonight our smelly, dirty, bloodshot-eyed, little wagon train should be in New Mexico!
If there is one state I will be a total tourist in it’s Louisiana.
As soon as we hit the border and I get my Community Coffee at the welcome center, the Zydeco comes on and I immediately begin my search for boudin.
I have roots there. Both my parents were raised there, and on my mom’s side several generations populated the state and gave it it’s Cajun culture. I spent many weeks there in my youth soaking up the heat and humidity.
So yeah, I may have a bit of a bias.
But not all of yesterday was blissful. Not even boudin can fix what happened just before Houston.
I noticed a small bit of plywood layer float down from the sky. I knew immediately what it was. The roof repair had failed and the roof was peeling back in the 60 mph winds. I pulled my wife over and after some frantic discussion we limped along the interstate for three more miles to the next exit.
A new layer of tape was added for temporary measure but the rubber cement would take too long to cure to allow us to drive much further. As much as I make fun of Texas for having service roads, I was very thankful for them last night!
We limped along for 30 miles to the Flying J and called it a night. Hopefully the rv parts place nearby will have a ton of roofing tape. We’re going to need it!
We made it to Mississippi… I mentioned yesterday that we might not get far, I was correct.
We met up with some friends and spent our day playing with a chainsaw, fires, children, and chihuahuas. Two of these things are not like the others.
We weren’t really planning to work, but when someone has a giant tree cut down in their yard, and you have a chainsaw you have been itching to play with… You get the picture.
2030 rolls around and the question comes up “hey, weren’t we going to leave?” “Yeah, I guess we should…” Followed by another 30 minutes of child wrangling, route picking, and cat crate loading.
At 2100 we were finally on the road and headed to the first of three stops. It wasn’t supposed to be three, but when you are relying on truck stops for sleeping space you sometimes end up with a dud. The third time was a charm and after some yelling about water “I’m firsty!!” from the three year old, we managed to get some rest.
I almost forgot how nice it is to drag your home along with you. I actually longed to go to bed last night. It wasn’t just because I was weaving a bit on the road from exhaustion either. People think we are crazy to cram seven people in a 27 foot travel trailer. Maybe we are, but it is home to us. And strangely, it’s more home than our brick house.
Perhaps I will give you a tour when we settle in for the season….
A bit later than we had hoped but we made it on the road!
We are traveling lighter this time, probably because our packing was not nearly as rushed as the last two times. And unlike the first two times, we are actually traveling together. Third time’s a charm, eh?
It’s funny, all the worries of the past few weeks melted away as soon as we got on the road. Everything turned out, and everything seems so small in retrospect.
Of course now anything can happen…
Shut up, brain…
We stopped for the night at a friend’s house near Pensacola. Maybe we’ll get out of here before tomorrow. Stay tuned!
Well… It’s Tuesday afternoon. And we’re still here. Thanks to an Amazon Prime snafu the tape to fix our roof didn’t arrive until today.
As soon as it arrived, on it went. Now we have to wait for it to cure.
The whole thing was probably a good thing since I noticed that the plate on the trailer was expired. It seems we forgot to renew it back in December. Woops. So now I’m sitting here paying the government for permission to have a trailer, which leaves us with a bit less gas money. Good times.
At least the DMV is a great place to people watch. It’s almost as classy as a Social Security office. Almost.
Exhaustion levels are pretty high right now. We aren’t even on the road and I feel like curling up for a nap and sleeping until the summer’s over.
But alas, there are things to pack and miles to cover. So stay tuned, mayhaps we will actually get this show on the road tonight.