Selkieprincess
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Dear Traveling Friends,
I have been perusing and dreaming. Maybe its been a year or so. No, perhaps its been since I was a child, tent camping with my mother and sisters, on an adventure to discover the wild ponies of Assateauge Island. Spending Summer Days in the park, before it became a re-enactment camp, riverside, chasing dragonflies, swatting mosquitoes, until Mom got off work that day and could pick us up. Velveeta cheese sandwiches and milk gallons of water melting in the dark canvas of our old elementary school back packs.
I remember our fist camping trip. We three sisters and our Mom. We packed way too much and got lost upon the way. A stranger helped us put up our first tent. I think it was Gwynn's Island. Cabin tent. Electric Skillet. Cheap blow up rafts and sleeping bags for beds. We borrowed the bicycles of a lovely neighbor, whose grandchildren were away until the following weekend. We rode for hours.
Another time, our site was flooded from a heavy rainstorm, and waters which swelled up from the nearby water. Our little raft beds floated. In those times, the troubles of our youth and the abuse of a stepfather seemed to wash away with the waters. I got lost on a sandbar, but was rescued during a search. We were free, at that very moment. Rain, no rain.
I felt it right to introduce myself, somehow. I don't know why. I am more of a lurker, since the dawn of forums in the late 90's became infected by the hostile, many grumpy people, and several years ago the true digital generation. I hate crowds, and the net has become crowded. Yet, here I am, within an open forum, reaching out to say, "Hello, Is there Anybody Out There?"
I was first introduced to this venue by way of Mr. Wells' Van life Videos. I found his videos via various RV and travel videos. I suppose I am always going to be attempting to escape, but it looks like I have a good couple of decades before I can.Moved to the North. Too many people here too. Someone else really isn't interested in the adventure. I still am. Always will be, until I get there. I'm doing my research. Gathering supplies and ideas.
My sisters are both doing well. My mother, slightly better than some, not so financially or health-well as others. I tell her about the things I learn from you. I tell her she never has to worry about a place to stay because you all have figured it out, if she needs it. And, we can do it. For me, I moved far from home to escape, but as you can imagine, that is not what happened. In my heart, I feel I need to keep moving...and learning. I am learning from you. Thank you for helping us create a plan and a plan B, C, D.
My Very Best to all of you.
I have been perusing and dreaming. Maybe its been a year or so. No, perhaps its been since I was a child, tent camping with my mother and sisters, on an adventure to discover the wild ponies of Assateauge Island. Spending Summer Days in the park, before it became a re-enactment camp, riverside, chasing dragonflies, swatting mosquitoes, until Mom got off work that day and could pick us up. Velveeta cheese sandwiches and milk gallons of water melting in the dark canvas of our old elementary school back packs.
I remember our fist camping trip. We three sisters and our Mom. We packed way too much and got lost upon the way. A stranger helped us put up our first tent. I think it was Gwynn's Island. Cabin tent. Electric Skillet. Cheap blow up rafts and sleeping bags for beds. We borrowed the bicycles of a lovely neighbor, whose grandchildren were away until the following weekend. We rode for hours.
Another time, our site was flooded from a heavy rainstorm, and waters which swelled up from the nearby water. Our little raft beds floated. In those times, the troubles of our youth and the abuse of a stepfather seemed to wash away with the waters. I got lost on a sandbar, but was rescued during a search. We were free, at that very moment. Rain, no rain.
I felt it right to introduce myself, somehow. I don't know why. I am more of a lurker, since the dawn of forums in the late 90's became infected by the hostile, many grumpy people, and several years ago the true digital generation. I hate crowds, and the net has become crowded. Yet, here I am, within an open forum, reaching out to say, "Hello, Is there Anybody Out There?"
I was first introduced to this venue by way of Mr. Wells' Van life Videos. I found his videos via various RV and travel videos. I suppose I am always going to be attempting to escape, but it looks like I have a good couple of decades before I can.Moved to the North. Too many people here too. Someone else really isn't interested in the adventure. I still am. Always will be, until I get there. I'm doing my research. Gathering supplies and ideas.
My sisters are both doing well. My mother, slightly better than some, not so financially or health-well as others. I tell her about the things I learn from you. I tell her she never has to worry about a place to stay because you all have figured it out, if she needs it. And, we can do it. For me, I moved far from home to escape, but as you can imagine, that is not what happened. In my heart, I feel I need to keep moving...and learning. I am learning from you. Thank you for helping us create a plan and a plan B, C, D.
My Very Best to all of you.
