Dress Rehearsal

 Washington (still)

First let me reassure everyone who was worried after seeing my Martini Video that:

a). this trip was doomed from Day One

or

b). the Lonely Stretch Of Interstate Plan  (from the first Trailer Trash Mama blog) might actually be deployed this time

or

c). I’d really let myself go during my Reluctant Retirement

or

d). All of the above

Yes, the first day was not promising. And yes, mistakes were made by both of us (but mostly Billy Bob Danny Joe) and also yes, since the Pandemic, elastic waistbands are my friends

BUT

like a bad dress rehearsal the main performance  goes off flawlessly.  Right?

Dan did get the Beast backed up and into four different camping spots each night of our dress rehearsal. 

He got the system working and all the necessary parts. LSOI Plan shelved for now. 

We even had a send off with friends  Jary, Jay and The Jims who should definitely form a Doo Wop group. 

Definitely the highlight of our four day rehearsal.  

Once I started loading stuff into the trailer it began to feel a whole lot smaller than I remembered.  My plan to have everything tucked away and make clever use of the now dismally inadequate storage space has gone kaput.  

I have once again lost my mind and decided that yes, I will definitely be needing a rolling pin for all the pies I’ll be baking on the road.  And I read that there is a shortage of pasta looming in England so I’ve brought along at least 12 pounds of it.  Because.

So, we have launched.  First night at a state park near Portland as we head to California.  Wine country.  Thank god.