Friday and Saturday, September 6th and 7th, 2019
Hi,
Friday night I had no reservations and didn’t know where I would land.
Some people love that.
Me, I was worried. It was a Friday night, a time of festivals, concerts, fairs and sold out camping areas.
I drove the back roads heading toward Greenville.
I had stopped at a McDonalds to get access to Wifi and blog. After that, I didn't get very far and I saw an Anytime Fitness and stopped in to work out.
I was aiming for a state park just north of Greenville, South Carolina. It was 5 hours away at least, according to Googlemaps.com
When I stopped for lunch I gave the campground a call to see if there were any sites.
They had 7 tent sites available but they would not save let me reserve one.
When I told them I would probably be there after 5, they said the sites would not still be available, there was music in the park this weekend, it was filling up.
I looked for motels in the Greenville area. Pretty pricey and I really brought all this camping stuff for a reason, so save money on lodging and get me outside more. The comfort of a motel room with air conditioning was enticing. It was 95 degrees again.
When I crossed the South Carolina border I passed a state park. But then just a few miles down the road was another one. It was about 4:00 p.m. I called and they had spots so I drove in... a few miles to Baker State Park. I got another lake side spot with a view and a breeze.
Only $17 for the night!
I set up camp.
Then I walked a mile to the dumpster and a mile back. My hip began to ache. I have been having an issue with my hip. The pain comes and goes, mostly comes when I walk around cleaning house... or working in the kitchen or going for long walks.
I felt myself close to tears. I am missing George.
I imagined what this trip would be like with him and his dementia. Cleaning him up, walking very slow and holding him up. Yet still I felt it would be company, it would give this trip a "WE" instead of just "me".
Feeling old I sat and read for a while. I texted friends and called my sister. It was good to chat and I felt a little better.
I sat until the light got dim. Then crawled inside my tent. I thought I would read, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. Only 8:30! What's with that!
Hi,
Friday night I had no reservations and didn’t know where I would land.
Some people love that.
Me, I was worried. It was a Friday night, a time of festivals, concerts, fairs and sold out camping areas.
I drove the back roads heading toward Greenville.
I had stopped at a McDonalds to get access to Wifi and blog. After that, I didn't get very far and I saw an Anytime Fitness and stopped in to work out.
I was aiming for a state park just north of Greenville, South Carolina. It was 5 hours away at least, according to Googlemaps.com
When I stopped for lunch I gave the campground a call to see if there were any sites.
When I told them I would probably be there after 5, they said the sites would not still be available, there was music in the park this weekend, it was filling up.
I looked for motels in the Greenville area. Pretty pricey and I really brought all this camping stuff for a reason, so save money on lodging and get me outside more. The comfort of a motel room with air conditioning was enticing. It was 95 degrees again.
When I crossed the South Carolina border I passed a state park. But then just a few miles down the road was another one. It was about 4:00 p.m. I called and they had spots so I drove in... a few miles to Baker State Park. I got another lake side spot with a view and a breeze.
Only $17 for the night!
I set up camp.
Then I walked a mile to the dumpster and a mile back. My hip began to ache. I have been having an issue with my hip. The pain comes and goes, mostly comes when I walk around cleaning house... or working in the kitchen or going for long walks.
I felt myself close to tears. I am missing George.
I imagined what this trip would be like with him and his dementia. Cleaning him up, walking very slow and holding him up. Yet still I felt it would be company, it would give this trip a "WE" instead of just "me".
Feeling old I sat and read for a while. I texted friends and called my sister. It was good to chat and I felt a little better.
I sat until the light got dim. Then crawled inside my tent. I thought I would read, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. Only 8:30! What's with that!
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I cry with you Sue as I too do things alone. Not as exciting as what you are doing, but they were our things. Especially lonely when facing difficulties. You are one brave gal and I admire you. So many of us going through this together, yet alone. I read something yesterday that touched my heart, "We're all just walking each other home." It helps me connect with others. You seem to have that going for you. Take care.
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