Wednesday was a long day of unpacking and looking for various things that I had seen only a few minutes ago. At a certain point, I was a little pooped, I began to wonder if I was going crazy…

Just.Too.Much. Stuff!

Today, a bit of cleaning, more sorting, fuelling up the truck and enjoying a beer and conversation with my California neighbours,

But…

Tuesday, delivery day, Orientation in Escape Industries-speak, was a day for nerve testing, not wine tasting…

A year of planning, spending, and then more spending has ended and a new one of surprises began.

The first surprise for me was that I was actually in BC doing this! I thought I am really committed, no backing out, too late…

The plan was to drive to Osoyoos in the early afternoon but Steve and Anita’s car had a little problem that was eventually cured and we were off around 5.  It was fairly smooth sailing once on Highway 3 except for a couple of idiots dangerously signalling their immense displeasure of having to follow a couple of trailers through the mountains at the less than posted speed.

C’est la vie…too bad….get a life!

Once at the campground in Osoyoos, a kind gentleman ran up and guided me through the parking procedure which did not go too badly. Anyhow, small world, they had lived in Greeley years ago when he worked at Nortel and they were now living in Whistler. They were towing a 37 foot Airstream.

I spent a  lot of time both yesterday and today going through gear, clothes and food trying to figure out where everything should go…and immediately forgetting where I had put things…which led to cutting two locks with a missing key that should have been put in the key section of the trailer instead of in the glove compartment where I found it a few minutes later.

I am not that organized, it does not come naturally and requires serious effort, and I realize that I will have to be in this new world of mine.  But this is a fun thing, organization should not govern the adventure, just make it easier. So, I will be looking for that balance.

Tomorrow I want to read and write. My neighbours, Dennis and Jessica from the San Francisco area, and I are having a bbq.

Speaking of food, I prepared a wonderful little chicken fricassée last night and cracked open a bottle of Beringer Cabernet Sauvignon for the event. Vey nice.

I would say most of the people attending this rally, close to 150, are retirees in their 50s and 60s.

Some are full-timers having sold their houses and living on the road. Some are couples and some are singles, both men and women. I admire them. I don’t think it is something I would ever attempt and I hope to understand why they do it over the next couple of days.