We weren’t going anywhere
this Summer for many reasons. First and
foremost, there’s the damned virus. A
lot of our plans were cancelled. We were
refunded for everything except for flights on United Airlines. They offered us a voucher. This is nice provided they stay in
business. We insisted on a cash refund
and they pretty much told us to go to Hell.
You may want to fly clear of United Airlines. On the other hand, we'll rock n' roll any old time in the future with Delta Airlines, Allianz Travel Insurance Co., Vacations to Go and Victory Cruise Lines.
Driving across the country threatened
to present a challenge. Many parks are
“open,” as in “You may choose a site here and hook up. Don’t look for humans. Leave your payment in the drop box. All of our amenities and facilities are
closed.” Other parks are closed
altogether. Period. We found that some states
would allow us passage but if we stayed overnight on their dirt, we should plan
to be quarantined for 14 days. This made
cross-country travel rather difficult and, shall we say, time-consuming.
So since early this year,
we have been cubby-holed, watching our hair grow and dust accumulate. We have exhausted every idea and completed every small project we can think of at the homestead. Finally, we can’t stand this anymore. No more intimidation. Enough!
The Fourth of July is approaching and it is our tradition to find
celebrations, picnics, parades and festivals somewhere. The Fourth of July has been cancelled in its
entirety mostly everywhere we have looked.
We’ll find something. Anywhere. Just get us out of here, Noobee!
And so on Tuesday morning
it is Go Time. We are examining the
maps, laying out the route. Our
movements may be limited, we know, but we shall bushwhack a path and move
onward, God willing and Creeks don’t rise.
We have shifted into overdrive:
stopping the mail and services, notifying the credit cards, Sheriff and
ADT, crossing things off the list, stocking up, washing and packing. Come Hell or high water, we are outta
here! Don’t expect to see us in
masks! That reminds me, I don’t even own
a mask. Tell me someone, where in the
Constitution does it say that the government can tell me what to wear? Look for us in cuffs on the evening
news! Hi ho Silver! The DeLaMare Scofflaws are on the loose!
