End of an Era

My very first post when I started this blog was about the maiden voyage of our "new" camper. That was back in 2006. After a few years of road trips, we settled it on a "permanent" site in a campground in Confluence. Hubby would go fly fishing. I would write. It was my writing cave away from home. That was 2009.


A few years ago, we moved from our "permanent" site to another spot and then another. Same campground. Different neighborhood. Alas, the new neighborhood was a bit more crowded and noisy than the one up on the hill. But it was still an escape from the obligations back home. And it was still my secondary writing cave.

Times change. My back doesn't tolerate the camper's bed as well as it used to. "Obligations" back home have changed, too. Now I sit there, two hours away, waiting for the phone to ring with news that I need to rush to the ER for my mom.

Yeah, it's not the relaxing escape it once was.

So we've decided Camp Dash has run its course. Our little home on wheels is for sale.

Anyone looking for an 18 foot 1989 Terry Resort camper? Have we got a deal for you!

I'll cry when we spend our last night in it. I'll cry when I sign over the registration.

It's been a good run.

Comments

Joyce Tremel said…
You guys will just have to visit us at the cabin. Or come alone and we'll have a mini-writing retreat.
8/29/16, 1:25 PM
Annette said…
Thanks, Joyce. We (or I) may take you up on the offer!
8/29/16, 6:57 PM
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