If you were expecting a daily diary of where we went and what we saw, this blog’s going to disappoint you. My intent is to capture the essence of what it’s like to spend 6 months in an RV. I was thinking about how much I’m going to miss this little RV park. To stay at such an amazing place is going to spoil us, moving forward. Our motor home is parked on a concrete slab, with a nice picnic table, a choice of 30 or 50 amp hook-up and a beautiful lake as our vista. Tomorrow we head to Yemassee, SC for 3 weeks. I’m sure it will be wonderful if I don’t try and compare every place we’ve visited to Kingsland Submarine Base!

The bike riding here has been amazing, with lots of trails through the woods. The mornings are cool and quiet, save the 8 a.m. revelry when I’m out long enough for the raising of the flag and the Star Spangled Banner. What a great way to start the day. When I wake up in the morning, it’s the first thought I have – get dressed, walk the dogs and then ride. What a morph this is for me. There was a time when the “E” word was not part of my vocabulary, let alone an activity that I now embrace.

When I weighed over 250 lbs, I’d wake up and worry about what I weighed, hopping on the scale a number of times, in disbelief I suppose. How did I ever get that fat? I wallowed in a food fog, much like an alcoholic, waking up with a carb-hangover, lethargic feeling. Most of my thoughts revolved around food – how to get it, hide it and of course, eat it. I couldn’t bear to view my entire self in a mirror, with cursor glances to insure that my skirt wasn’t tucked into my underwear or my make-up was okay. What pathetic excuse for a life!

And so now, I’m a fan of moving my body. I like the way I eat too. Funny how salads now taste so delicious. When I was face first in a pizza, who knew that raw vegetables have flavor? Not me! Give me a large, greasy pepperoni to go.  Or two. Ah yes, and sometimes ‘or three’. Ugh. I don’t think I could get a slice down today and I wouldn’t try anyway, because it sets up that craving for more, more and more.

I’m not going to project into tomorrow, because we have today! We aren’t running around trying to do every little touristy thing available. Just enjoying quiet time is a luxury of the retired. I even picked up some pencils and a sketch pad yesterday; my artistic side is craving some attention.

Not a bad way to live, eh? Truly a spiritual experience.

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