An idling diesel engine woke me up about 7 yesterday morning, and though I tried to roll over and get back to sleep it kept running for a long time before finally pulling out. I guess the guy owns stock in an oil company and didn’t mind sitting there burning up money.
We got up a half hour later and puttered around for a while, trying to get online to check e-mail without much success, and then I went outside to start getting ready to unhook things for our trip south to the Chesapeake Bay Thousand Trails preserve.
After getting everything ready to go and stopping to say goodbye to our friend and current neighbor, Larry Sazama, we hit the road about 10 a.m. It was an easy trip over mostly two lane roads and we made good time, getting to Chesapeake Bay a little before noon.
The ranger at the gate told us that they are having a big bluegrass festival this coming weekend and that a lot of the 50 amp sites were reserved, though there were a few still available scattered around the park, as well as a lot of 30 amp sites. He warned us that it was going to be busy and noisy over the weekend, but that the musicians and a lot of the crowd would be leaving Sunday. He added that once they were gone we could move to another site if we wanted to.
No problem, we unhooked the Explorer and drove around looking at what was available, settling on a nice back in full hookup RV site with a good shot at the sky for our rooftop satellite TV dish. It’s only 30 amp, but the folks here said it’s been comfortable during the day with windows open and they haven’t really needed to run their air conditioners. And the neighbors on both sides are friendly, too. Life is good.
Unfortunately, life isn’t good for at least one RVing couple I’ve been exchanging e-mails with for a while. Yesterday I got an e-mail from the husband saying that they have been fulltiming for three months now and are not happy. He said, “I don’t know if we are experiencing growing pains, remorse over the change from working and living in a house to retired and living in an RV or what, but after 19 years of marriage we suddenly realize that we don’t like each other very much. We love each other but we don’t enjoy being together all the time. During our working days we were both very career driven and usually got home in time for a quick dinner, not always together, watched a little TV or read, and went to bed. Weekends were always busy with family, friends and plans. We realized that we never had all that much in common and never spent enough one-on-one time for it to be an issue. Is this common with other newly retired RVers? Do we need marriage counseling or RV counseling? Have your other readers dealt with this?”
I can’t relate to their plight because Terry and I get along so well and love spending every possible minute together, to the point that somebody once told us we were co-dependent. I don’t think that’s true, we just like doing things together and being together. How about you folks? Does anybody have any input to share with these people?
Thought For the Day – To make mistakes is human; to stumble is commonplace; to be able to laugh at yourself is maturity.