'24/#37 Time Marches On

 Well it has been two and a half weeks since we got to the U.P. We have settled in and started working. Everyone here is new from last year except Fred who is the one and only local on staff and it was good to see him. Schedules are different with the new managers so we had to find a system of our own that fit in with the rest of the crew.

Now that we are in our "zone" at work some things have become apparent. First of we shouldn't have broken our rule of "one and done". Coming back to the same job makes it feel like a long term commitment or even a career. The novelty of a new job, in a new place, and with new people is gone and we just drop into that rut called the rat race. It just isn't fun. It isn't terrible, but not knowing what is going to happen next is better than the hum-drum of again and again and again. This is something Mary and I have come to look forward to in our nomadic lifestyle. The not knowing is exciting and afterwards, good bad or indifferent, we have a story to tell around the campfire.

The second thing we have learned is that we are getting older. Hell, I'm just old! We can't do the work we did in the past and will have to look at workcamping jobs differently in the future. We will be looking at jobs that are less strenuous that will probably have less compensation. We will be good as long as our accomodations are covered and maybe even a little cash to go with it. We shall see.

We have our days off now and we will take it easy just hanging around the campground. There are some chores that need to be done and an old work friend is supposed to be in the area. We hope to get together with them and spend a little time.

It feels like breakfast time so I will sign off and start cooking here in our home in the Upper Peninsula because.....

Home is where we park it,

Frank and Mary