Letting Go. Not just of a trailer named Wandering Spirit, but of a life style that I enjoyed immensely.
The last hook-up, behind my house.
i was really anxious as I hooked up WS for the last time. And even more so as I drove the 25 or so miles to Betabel RV Park. It reminded me of the first time I towed her, but maybe the anxiety was even a little worse this time.
Blue sky picked up on my anxiety. This picture was taken just before we left home.
I took my time setting up after we arrived at the park, intermittently walking Blue, trying to calm him but we seemed to feed off each other’s anxiety.
Slowly setting up.
Not that happy of a camper.
Meanwhile Bob, Deb, and Zoie were on the second half of their trip from Wyoming, and had a long day of driving. We were in contact during the day, and thought if they arrived early enough we could get together that evening, but as it turned out they didn’t arrive in the area until 9pm, so we didn’t do that.
Betabel has a dog park now and Blue was a bit more himself when we went there.
A shiny chime hanging from the tree got his attention.
Cattle on a very green hill behind the dog park area.
The night was difficult. Blue didn’t want to come inside, but when it got dark, he had to. Until about 2am he was so restless, he changed position every few minutes, and I slept little. It looks like daylight out the window, but that was actually from an overhead light at the park.
He finally did sleep, but by then I was having coffee.
After daylight I removed my few possessions from WS and did another cleaning.
Bob, Deb and Zoie arrived after breakfast and got their first look at WS ‘in the flesh’, and went inside a Casita for the first time ever. Through the day we went through the Casita systems ( this is their first time with any RV, just like it was mine when I got her), walked the dogs…
(Here they are at the dog park.)
and went to town to do the legal stuff. At the bank I handed over the keys and Wandering Spirit officially became W.S. Pearl.
They treated me to lunch and then we went back to Casita education. I was rusty explaining some of the things because it’s been over a year since I traveled.
Finally at about 6pm, we had a champagne toast, and got a neighbor to take our picture.
And then…..and then….I did what I thought might be impossible….I waved good bye to WS, and her new owners. And a lovely lifestyle. Whew.