You know that feeling you get right before you do something you’ve always dreamed about doing?
Call that feeling what you will: I’m feeling it.
In 2020, when the pandemic weaseled its way from spring to summer, all that we as a family had planned to do, to see, to visit, to enjoy–together and apart–evaporated (along with everyone else’s).
So we dreamed and planned and researched and schemed for summer 2021. Having something BIG to look forward to offered us some consolation.
And, like so many other American families did in the sweltering summer of 2020, we decided on a national parks trip in 2021, and gosh darn it, we were going to make an RV trip out of it! (More on that experience with collective consciousness in a different post. It will probably include facts, statistics, data, and conditional formatting.)
“We have a year to plan, some money saved, kids of the right age and ability, and surely, ‘the Covid sitch’ will be better by then,” we concluded.
Ahh, hubris.
Last year as one camp cancellation rolled in after another, suddenly our Summer 2021 RV trip became something of a revenge plan. As in, “Suck it, Summer 2020. Look at our Summer 2021.”
But for now, here we are. We’re officially 5 days away from starting out on our 23-day RV trip to visit some of the national parks in the great American West.
And all I can think is, “What have we done?”