I imagined that when I rolled back into my driveway after a month on the road I’d feel some relief. Camping is a lot of work; driving long distances on unfamiliar roads can be exhausting. But today I feel disappointed. I’m not even close to ready for the work and exhaustion to be over.
Not to mention the absolute pleasures–falling asleep under an unbelievably thick blanket of stars that shone through my moon roof at a trailhead outside of Bozeman, savoring a jalapeño-cheddar croissant and a latte from Bernice’s Bakery while people watching in a pretty Missoula park, marveling at all the jaw-dropping wonders of Yellowstone, reading in my camper-car while snuggled under a cozy blanket, the dogs snoozing beside me as a cold rain poured down outside–all of my moments have filled me with gratitude and with a strong urge for more.
So, although I know that my Chip needed to come home, I also know that I will need to go back out–when the time is right. In the meantime, as Jack Kornfield says, after the ecstasy, the laundry. The washer is going already, and I’m back to planning non-camp meals and my next outing. There are so many places I still need to see.
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