No, it isn't the 60s and 70s again. An entirely different connotation for us: starting the loading process. It begins with gathering. Then moves on to putting stuff in carriable containers. Containers get moved to the door.
Decisions: load up the coach here at home, or make a couple trips to the storage unit and leave from there. To be determined.
We are going to be out for a couple months - a short duration compared to most of our motorhome outings. We don't need to pack "everything we own" (yes, a quote). Still, it's like moving a household.
Even though we're heading somewhere familiar, I'm looking forward to the change of pace. Not to mention, it's like marking a moment in time when I am "on the mend." Eleven weeks... but, who's counting? ;-)
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We decided to bring the coach to the house. An alternate route to our storage unit puts us on a recently resurfaced road - it is smooth and not heavily traveled. No need to spend much time around the storage unit: pull the coach out, close up the storage unit, and head for home. Driving separare, I noticed my cane (carbon fiber) matches the trim on the dash and console of the motorhome...
The traffic in town was thick when we left, but had subsided nicely when we came back. We got caught at the bridge both directions... I was behind this golf cart...
Speaking of "taking everything you own" - no idea why they are hauling all that crap around on a golf cart. And, no idea where it came from - golf carts aren't allowed on the city streets in Port Isabel, other than to a restaurant within a block of our bridge.
Notice the folding wagon on the golf cart above? Yeah, we use one similar to that when loading the motorhome...
And speaking of golf carts, while riding my bike this evening, I was followed by a couple of golf carts just cruising around... stereo blaring. The woman driving the cart right behind me was trying way to hard to be "the cool Mom": she had another adult and several young teens on the cart with her. The stereo was so loud they were all having to shout at each other to have a conversation... she's setting quite the example for those kids. Yeah, I know: get off my lawn ya damn kids! LOL Just another reason I'm looking forward to a change of pace... somewhere quiet... like the Black Hills during the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. ;-)
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