Kevin and I have spent the past 30 minutes trying to figure out which dates we spent where over the last 3 weeks or so. It was a lot harder than I expected. When you don’t have a work or school schedule, the days tend to blend together in a strange way… even though every day on the road is different.
We’ve been doing a lot more camping on this leg of our journey (it’s easier with the whole no-more-snow thing), which has been awesome. Camping has a way of clearing the mind, and making everyday problems seem less… problematic. I was never much of a camper growing up (unless you count my dad setting up a tent for me and my friends in our backyard in the burbs of New Jersey), but I’ve been really getting into it. Campsites have a way of blending together, but we found some strange ways of distinguishing one from the other.
Rustic Acres (Illinois): The one where we were the only ones in a tent, and clearly the only ones who didn’t live there all season.
Mammoth Cave (Kentucky): The one with all of the ticks.
Fuller State Park (Tennessee): The one that was just an awkward field on the outskirts of Memphis.
(we have no photographic evidence)
Bienville (Mississippi): The one with the spiders.
De Soto (Mississippi): The one with the lake no one would want to swim in.
Oak Mountain (Alabama): The one where we went swimming and some little kids were arguing about the existence of sasquatches.
Cherokee National Forest (Tennessee): The one where it rained all night and we took cover under a shelter.
Pisgah National Forest (North Carolina): The one where it rained and we stood, barely sheltered, under a tree eating our undercooked veggies due to the failed fire. Also the place we saw a bear!
Don’t be fooled! Just because it looks like while camping I just stand around posing awkwardly while Kevin constantly tends the fire, this is only partially true. I promise we do more than just that. Like eat. And sleep.