Super Bowl Sunday.
I spent it stripping.
I drove a little over ten hours from Baltimore, to a campground just north of Charleston, SC
Once I reached the Virginia border, I unlaced my skates.
In Richmond, I reduced my footwear by one pair of socks.
Crossing into North Carolina, I joyfully peeled off my long underwear for the first time in ages. Yes, that is yuck.
In the middle of NC, I stripped the liner out of my winter coat.
Entering South Carolina, the water on my knee finally melted. At the next stop, the wool sweater joined the growing heap of laundry in the back of the car. I was now practically naked, wearing nothing but one pair of socks, one pair of shoes, one pair of pants, one turtleneck. Yahoo!
Once settled in the campground, I put it all back on. Not only that, having become the pansy landlubber that I am, I paid $5 extra for electricity. I had packed my tiny little space heater and an extension cord just in case the frigid air got stuck on the back bumper of my car and was dragged along on this trip. It did. But despite the cold, a long hike with the dog revealed not a speck of ice to be found. I stopped, knelt down, and fondled the earth. Beautiful dirt. Ice free. Life can’t get better than that, can it?
The next morning, after a quick hike in the nippy damp gray air, it was back on the road again.
Approaching the Florida border, heaps of rain began to fall out of the sky. Not only were the wipers going full bore, but so was the heater. It rained all day. The only plus side was getting the salt flushed off my car. So here I am, in sunny Florida, wearing my wool sweater, socks, my boots, both layers of winter coat, AND I thought about digging out the gloves I buried in the car. I’m so glad I drove all this way to thaw out.
For all of you who are enjoying early spring in New England, you’re welcome. But don't get used to it. I’ll be back in about two weeks, so keep your winter gear ready, and lube up those snow shovels.
I drove a little over ten hours from Baltimore, to a campground just north of Charleston, SC
Once I reached the Virginia border, I unlaced my skates.
In Richmond, I reduced my footwear by one pair of socks.
Crossing into North Carolina, I joyfully peeled off my long underwear for the first time in ages. Yes, that is yuck.
In the middle of NC, I stripped the liner out of my winter coat.
Entering South Carolina, the water on my knee finally melted. At the next stop, the wool sweater joined the growing heap of laundry in the back of the car. I was now practically naked, wearing nothing but one pair of socks, one pair of shoes, one pair of pants, one turtleneck. Yahoo!
Once settled in the campground, I put it all back on. Not only that, having become the pansy landlubber that I am, I paid $5 extra for electricity. I had packed my tiny little space heater and an extension cord just in case the frigid air got stuck on the back bumper of my car and was dragged along on this trip. It did. But despite the cold, a long hike with the dog revealed not a speck of ice to be found. I stopped, knelt down, and fondled the earth. Beautiful dirt. Ice free. Life can’t get better than that, can it?
The next morning, after a quick hike in the nippy damp gray air, it was back on the road again.
Approaching the Florida border, heaps of rain began to fall out of the sky. Not only were the wipers going full bore, but so was the heater. It rained all day. The only plus side was getting the salt flushed off my car. So here I am, in sunny Florida, wearing my wool sweater, socks, my boots, both layers of winter coat, AND I thought about digging out the gloves I buried in the car. I’m so glad I drove all this way to thaw out.
For all of you who are enjoying early spring in New England, you’re welcome. But don't get used to it. I’ll be back in about two weeks, so keep your winter gear ready, and lube up those snow shovels.
