A Valuable Lesson

Being a nomad isn’t all fun and games. Today I learned that no matter where you are, the right people can find you.

I locked my keys in the van last night.

Oh hush, you know me… I can be scatter-brained at times. (Pay no attention to my daughters.) I was watching movies in the van. When I went into the tent to sleep, I locked the doors with the automatic lock. This morning it dawned on me that the car keys were in my jacket pocket.  In the van. After a hour or so of berating myself, I thought the tow truck place in town might be open by now, so I called and they were. And they came out after I gave detailed directions and promised to meet the truck at the entrance to the camp.

So NOW…I pat my pocket every few minutes to make sure the keys are with me. I may start wearing them around my neck.

The rest of the day was good. The morning session was people showing off their favorite travel gadgets.

And the afternoon was a women’s meeting. We all shared why we were on the road and what interested us in this kind of life. There were some sad stories about divorce, illness, and plain hard times. Although more than half were women just like me, wanting adventure and a non-conformist life. There were 102 female travelers in the group, all ages, some solo, some with a husband/boyfriend/companion. I even met one woman who’s blog I had been reading for a couple of years.

So, even though Friday the 13th proved its reputation, the day turned out to be a great one after all.

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