I just don’t know…this morning anyway…how my parents could pack themselves, three kids and my cousin Claudette, luggage and a picnic lunch or two into a tiny (at least by today’s standards, Fiats excluded) Peugeot 403 for cross-continent trips.

And, how did they wrangle all of four us into our allotted spots in the back seat? How. Did. They. Do. It. ??

I am thinking about these adventures in travel because I feel a little overwhelmed preparing for my 6 nighter at McLaren Island which starts today.

I am not of course because the gear, food and so on is either in the truck, the E (as I have begun referring to Tickety Boo) or by the door.

It just feels that way.

Well, I have been thinking about my new solar panel and if, how and when I will open the box. Which terminal and colour is positive?

And then there are the cats (back to two for a few days) and that I have to begin transitioning Jasper to his new food which is also grain free with fish but with less calories and also less expensive because it is made in Canada.  This is difficult because I am about to leave. I’ll have to figure that one out in a few minutes.

Of course there are the normal jitters with hooking up, driving ( not far, 90 minutes) and parking once there.  I must not forget to scope the terrain, plan the approach and just do it.

I will stop by the local school and practice for a bit. This worked well the last time I parked in my driveway.

Travelling in an RV involves contingency plans because there are so many “what ifs” with all the different systems involved.

I will dedicate a cache of tools once I get back though. That’s a given.

Yesterday I rented a winter storage spot yesterday, about 15 minutes from home.  I had to take it from September 1 because it’s first come, first served and this particular yard had 2 or 3 spots left.

It will cost $40 plus tax and that is a good deal as a place in town wanted $100 which is totally nuts. It is fenced, gated and off the beaten track so hopefully thieves will stay clear.

It is what it is.