Last night, I had a hard time getting to sleep. In the next few days, I’ll be taking off on a whole new adventure and my mind and body have been fairly buzzing with the excitement, anticipation, and anxiety of it. I accepted a job at Yellowstone National Park for the rest of the summer. It’s not a glamorous job, in fact it’s anything but glamorous; however, it’s at one of the most beautiful places in the United States or maybe the world. I get to stay there, with the wildlife and rivers and mudpots and geysers until the seasons begin to change. That’s pretty glamorous all on its own. Yellowstone is one of those places that shows up on bucket lists all over the world, and I get to live there!
That’s only part of the adventure. In order to do this, I had to have a camper that was self-contained and that I could comfortably live in (with the pups) for the duration. I found a wonderful 15 year old 5th wheel that had been well-maintained and that met the approval of my very discerning son. It is almost twice as long as any camper or trailer I have ever pulled. It’s a full ten feet longer than what I originally began looking for. I had to learn how to hitch it, drive it, unhitch it, and set it up BY MYSELF (with full props going to my son and my cousin for their lessons and enormous patience). If anything breaks or goes wrong, I will be the first and most likely the only one available to take care of things. That’s not at all scary.
I’m over-the-moon excited to be living this dream.
I’m also a little terrified. Last night, after I finally got to sleep, I had dreams of being stalked through an RV campground by a psycho chainsaw murderer. (You’ll be proud to know, I took care of his ass with a Mossberg 505 loaded with rock salt and bird shot and my public speaking skills. Dreams are such fun.)
Other than a couple of trips with my little Skamper camper or the campbulance (Nurse Betty), this will be my first time so completely on my own since my early 20s. That has been a while ago. A good long while ago. No parents or First Sergeant or husband or children to take care of me, only the enormous amounts of love and enthusiastic support of family and friends and complete strangers and The Force. I’m pretty sure it’s all going to be all right.
I’ll be keeping a bit of a journal on the adventure, so check back here now and then for updates; and y’all have a good summer!