I’m not quite certain where to begin this post – we are at crossroads right now. Big leaps, jumps and bounds of transition for us. It is so interesting how change – even good change – can be unsettling. Funnier still, is this has been a long awaited transition, and yet I’m still a little off guard.
Earlier This Week
Our Labor Day camping on the Oregon Coast was spectacular. Our first-come site took a little getting used to, but we grew to appreciate this spot. We sort of felt we were on an island, since we were just outside the park, and there was just us on this “loop”.
Soon, we found our favorite rock to take coffee in the morning. A rock built for two. We’d wait for the sun to hit our shoulder before we’d take a walk or another cup of joe.
We had the only site with a water view. It also was the only site that abutted the busy day use parking. But, hey, we got to engage the jetty fishers on their way in, or out, of the shore.
Once the sun – yes, SUN on a morning Oregon coast – broke through, we would contemplate our next move.
I Can Contemplate A Long Time
I have a particular trait (likely an Anselm trait??) that is not appreciated by my mate. I can look at “a problem” for a very long time. Not a life-threatening problem, just a situational problem. I can digest its many angles for hours. Apparently, how I choose to fill a 22 pound pack is not worthy of this much contemplation.
I had to agree, I was spending way too much time on my pack. I’d add something, then pull something out. Which meant I had store it. Which meant I had to organize where that item should go. I’d go through the closet, glovebox, the pantry, the bucket, the bench…Stare at it. Then change it again.
When I needed anything, I couldn’t find it. I had moved things so many times. What the heck was getting in to me!??
It took me a while to realize this organizational stare-down wasn’t the problem. It was just worry taking over. Anxious energy that I couldn’t put to good use. Woody had helped me rein it in. You know, get out for longer walks, stick your feet in the ocean for some shock therapy – that sort of stuff.
At the moment I’m feeling pretty comfortable with the situation. It is, what it is. And, after all, I have a one way ticket to Madrid. No one complaining here.
Trading in the Hard Pack for a Soft Pack
We found a cozy spot to store our van. And cleverly, if I say so myself, the facility is next to a casino that has free bus service to Portland.
This is what we look like now (sorta – it was taken in February):
While I’m a little sad to leave the familiarity of our Thor adventures behind us, I am even more excited about what lies ahead. For an undetermined amount of time we will be living from these packs!
I look forward to taking this show on the world stage, and sharing our story from distant shores.