So when our Thanksgiving plans with socially isolated friends collapsed suddenly and at the last minute there were no hard feelings. First one then the other members of our generation with suitable medical issues for their age, said they were getting spooked by the numbers and we understood, disappointed that one more modest holiday tradition bit the dust in a year of savage disappointments for some, and far worse for others. So we found ourselves with time off, a packed van and no destination in particular. Well, we said, let's make it up as we go along.
Sunday, November 22, 2020
It seems the sudden demand for campers and RVs has depleted the supply and naturally increased the cost. We took delivery of our custom built Promaster last March just as virus lockdowns were starting and we congratulated ourselves on our totally unplanned great good fortune. Indeed the van, if you can accommodate your sprawling life to 21 feet makes an ideal travel companion in a time of plague. We can go hither and yon and hardly have contact with another human being. Gas stops, 18 miles per gallon at $2:00 a gallon, are affairs of the mask, a quick hand sanitizer, and back to the comfort of our own toilet, our own refrigerator filled with better foods than gas station supplies, and then back on the road in minutes. That's the good news but the bad news is all those attractions, those small pleasures in travel destinations are now closed to mask wearing cautious virus wimps like us.
Sure we can, and do buy restaurant food to go and eat it in the comfort of our own living-room-on-wheels, but its not quite the same as being spoiled by strangers, especially when you know restaurants are all teetering on the pandemic brink. Museums? Attractions? Shop explorations? Not likely these days and that makes a destination a tough place to select. The paradox of the approaching vaccine counter balanced by 2,000 deaths a day and innumerable more painful side effects, mixed in with crowded hospitals and exhausted medical staff, leaves me wondering how there can still be those who ignore the suffering and shrug off the virus as a hoax. Normally I would question my own choices, second guess myself, wonder if I was worrying too much, a bad habit I am prone to, but for me the modest privations I suffer to avoid viral contact seem not that harsh at all compared to hospitalization, ventilation, and no human contact at all.
Luckily our first planned stop in St Petersburg didn't cancel so we remained motivated to get on the road and we set course for Dale's place seven hours north. Actually we had been wanting to get out on the road for a while so the absence of a destination hadn't really put us off getting behind the wheel. The sun was shining the breeze was blowing and there were big white puffy clouds overhead as we cross the Everglades in the middle of the state. This was going to be our first stab at mooch docking.