The last several nights I’ve found myself awake in the middle of the night pondering over, and fretting about, all the things I need to get done before our departure. I’ve started 3 or 4 lists on scraps of paper and on my phone, and then of course there’s the mental list of things that I need to write down but haven’t. I lie there, safe and snuggled in bed next to Jane, and I worry about the weather, the mountain climbs, navigating through unfamiliar-to-me landscapes, 30 year-old wheels, my aching right shoulder, flat tires and busted chains in the middle of nowhere. I won’t see my family for roughly 2 ½ months (how much will the grandkids grow and change in all those moments missed???) and I won’t be home to help Jane deal with any of the “gremlins” that will invariably appear during my absence. Most of me knows these reoccurring nocturnal streams of consciousness are normal, a part of my process that habitually shows up when the next crazy thing I’ve decided to attempt accelerates toward its beginning, but a small part, (maybe a bigger part of me than I’d readily admit), wonders what the hell I was thinking when I first proposed what’s about to begin. And I wonder if Odie and Bob find themselves in a similar state of mental meanderings.
You two are such an inspiration! Newton and Gary I am cheering 📣 for you both!;;
With "The Bob" in charge of camp at the end of the day, I'm pretty confident you'll at least eat well!