Skid Marks

The safari begins tomorrow when we attempt to rip the roots off the bottom of the camper. If everything still works as it should, the rig will be rolling north for a stop in Virginia. The beast is still for sale so please direct all gypsies and/or carnies that may be in the market for a new mobile abode our way.
I'm surprised at how anxious I am to move on. Granted, it's not as strong as my urgent need to vacate the desert, but I still feel a slight tug at my heartstrings as we leave behind the Spanish moss and moonlight. Cooler pastures await, much cooler than last year's winter in Arizona.

P.S. Many many thanks to my blog neighbor Sister Wolf for my shiny new blogger badge!