November 11, 2016
There is an older travel trailer behind me with three women, one man, and two mid-sized mutts. When I went to bed last night, they were sitting outside listening to Seventies music. Across the driveway from them is a couple with their own mid-sized mutt and three little boys, all of whom were sleeping in a tent. It was forecast to be in the thirties overnight, with high humidity, and winds exceeding 10mph. I was worried about being cold inside BOB, so I can't imagine being in a tent under those conditions.
After dinner tonight (meatloaf and mashed potatoes which I made and froze when Tom, Steve, and Meredith visited me in Delaware), I moseyed over to the neighbor’s site since they were standing outside their trailer conversing. I took a glass of wine, and I discoursed with nearly everyone, surprising myself at being such a gadfly. The RVers are parents with teenage daughters, and the mother is a cousin of the women whose family is in the tent. Another female cousin arrived while I was there, and other cousins will arrive tomorrow. I guess it’s a family reunion of sorts. I departed their company as the dad rigged a bed sheet as a screen for the movie projector. I was already too cold.
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Siobhan M. Knox
In May 2016, I bought a five ton, 25’ long Class C motorhome because I like to drive, I like to travel, and it’s more fun and less expensive than living in a hotel. No prior RV experience was required, and I had none: perfect. I’m writing a book about my adventures which will come to an end when I get a job. The dogs will be sad.