Just about this time a couple of years ago, Tracy and I were sitting in his living room in Maryland, watching the YouTube channel of Airstreamers we liked to watch. They were pulling into this exact Florida state park we’re in now (Tomoka, north of Daytona).
On the TV, as this couple backed their trailer into their site, I remember feeling distinctly overwhelmed by the green palm trees and the lush forest right at their fingertips. On my side of the screen, I was at the tail end of a long cold winter. “OMG we have to go do that right now!” I’m sure I squealed at Tracy.
And here we are.
Just for a few days, though, ironically at this very spot, my emotions seem to be taking a break from all desire to squee.
Yes, our campsite is mighty fine. Banjo can lie in the sun, and we’ve had the fire pit in the tent in the evenings while we play cards.
For just right now though, the hiking trails look pretty much like the other trails we’ve been on in Florida. The views of the river we’re near: they’re nice. But the constant sand in the trailer is getting old. The running, yelling kids are getting old. And Florida Man without his shirt and a few teeth, letting his dog dash up and down the campground lane off leash, that’s getting real old.
I’m finding myself putzing around inside the trailer in the broad daylight! That never leads to anything good. (I end up rearranging things in bins, then not being able to find them again.)
I’m certain these doldrums will pass. I’m sad for my friend who just died. I’m unable to stop reading bad news in the papers. I’m feeling the weight of a year of disjointed texting with my son (all my fault). I’m anxious for us all to be vaccinated.
Plus the usual: allergies, insomnia, fat. The trifecta of my physical enemies have followed me here and joined forces. Oh yeah, itchy ankles is the evil sidekick who does much more damage than he gets credit for. Bastard.
So, I’m thinking of you folks who have endured a cold winter, either lonely, or overwhelmed with work or children or both, or somehow all three. I’ve had the enormous pleasure of travel this year, but for a brief bit I’m accepting that wonder is feeling more like eh, even here.
Stay tuned though. Never has my enthusiasm let itchy ankles take it to the mat.
Well, I’m not sure what that saying means, and I’m mixing something other than metaphors. But do stay tuned: I’ll have actual decent photos of where we are plus a story or two up next, I’m sure of it.
As proof, here’s a picture of Tracy having caught his first fish with his Florida fishing license.
He caught four, actually, all in one afternoon of surf fishing while I rotated myself on a blanket on the sand and got sunburned. He threw one back, and we ate two the next day in a Costco parking lot after we pulled over for lunch on a travel day. It was extra delicious.
You guys keep taking care now.