We are almost three quarters of the way through our workcamping gig. The season is showing signs of the end getting near. There are the weather changes, subtle as they are, but soon to force us to crack out some warmer clothes. The trees are just barely showing the change in the colors of the leaves, and we are looking forward to that. Maine's leaves were beautiful and I am sure Mary will be posting Michingan fall colors soon.
But there are other changes that are unique to workcamping. Hitch-itch, the urge to get the wheels rolling, grows the longer we sit in one place. Looking forward to the next adventure is exciting also. But there is a bitter sweet part to the end of the workcamping season. Celebrating our time with our new friends and having to say goodbye.
Tracy, one of the workcampers, organized a pot luck campfire at her site. We ate and talked and laughed and shared our plans well into the dark, even knowing we had to work in the morning. Alan would be the first to leave to get his kids back home for school. There was no shortage of interim grandparent/grandkid interactions with his family around. Tracey will be leaving next and little by little the group will disperse to all points of the compass.
The next day Lynette, the manager, had a mandatory attendance phot-op that none of us would have missed anyway. Again we talked about plans after St Ignace and how we all became a tight knit group, almost like a family. Some talked about meeting up elsewhere in the future while others promised to keep in touch. It was a sign that things were winding down.
Well, it is raining so this will be a good day to run errands and get some shopping done . Real stores are at least 45 minutes away so we will make the most of this excursion. I will sign off now from our home in the U.P. because.....
Home is where we park itt,
Frank and Mary
Great postcard! Miss and love you guys 💙💙💙
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