Charting our Course
Originally Published November 7, 2021
Charting our course between the “open-road” and having a place to sleep, so far we’ve avoided Walmart and Cracker Barrel. No doubt the time will come.
In North Carolina, we are trying to visit our friends, both furred and unfurred. Leaving Massachusetts later than we liked, the fall weather is now bearing down on us, with every other day rainy and windy. Some days we hunker down in Olive listening to the rain on the roof, emerging like chickens from the shell at the end of the day.
This morning we met a couple. They had sold everything they owned except for what remained in the storage trailer behind their camper. Gone were the house, her mother’s house, and her mother. They were living in campgrounds now. There was a sense of “Nomadland” in listening to her story, the need to tell me everything, hoping that the plot was holding together, where they shed everything until they were free from whatever they had left behind.