Well, we’re off! I’m sitting at a picnic table, with Frank stretched out on his side under it as he tries to escape the central-Georgia sun. His snores are echoing up from underneath, the cement table adding a bit of resonance to the sound.
I’m looking out over Lake Blackshear right now. We’re camped at Georgia Veterans State Park and have pitched our tent about 20 feet from the edge of the lake. Frank isn’t happy that he’s not allowed in the water. It’s on instructions from the rangers when I checked in. If Frank goes swimming this afternoon, there’s better than an 80% chance he’ll be gator shit in the morning! Something I can’t figure out though … they also said theres no danger of them coming up onto shore in the campground area. So they’re in the water, but won’t come up onto land, even if they spot a couple of tasty morsels laying out on the ground? What, do they have some “No Alligator Crossing” signs posted? Not that I’m complaining, mind you.
We arrived here on yesterday afternoon … Monday, June 1st … after a whirlwind two weeks since my last post. A lot happened as we wound down our stay in Charleston. Good and bad. I’m still trying to figure out how to include it all in the blog. I think it’s going to take several posts to catch you all up. And right now, I’m still in “recovery mode” so to speak.
The last two weeks alone were enough to wipe me out. Not much sleep, continuing to fight the anxiety, having to trick myself into getting stuff done a little at a time in order to leave on time. Add to that all the work associated with setting up camp in 90 degree heat and relatively high humidity … well, suffice it to say that I was asleep last night at 9pm and with the exception of a brief midnight excursion so Frank could take care of business, I slept until 9am. Add a two hour nap around 11am and there you have it!
I’ve learned a LOT in the last 48 hours. Stuff that’s going to make the next setup at Meaher State Park in Alabama in a couple of weeks go a lot smoother than the one yesterday. Yet another blog post.
I’ve already been recipient of more than a few random acts of kindness that I want to share. Yet another blog post.
I’ll also say that I feel like a weight has been lifted off me now that I’m actually on the road. I am still fighting anxiety, but the level has dissipated considerably since getting behind the wheel.
I really just wanted to come on and say, “Yes, Frank and I are still alive. Yes, we started our journey.” I’ll post more over the next several days to catch you all up on an eventful two weeks.