Last Friday I was excited to get on the road. again, driving seven hours to the Berkshires to visit with my dad for six days. Seeing him was wonderful. While it lasted. Saturday and Sunday afternoon I went out with “Mr. Camper” … a lover from years ago who lived nearby. He ran campgrounds and during that year or so together, I came to love the lifestyle, making Karma partly his fault. Monday he tested positive for Covid. So last night I packed the bus and today I headed back to the farm, only I won’t be able to quarantine anywhere there.

I am avoiding campgrounds after putting $250 in my gas tank, and worried that I will use up all my solar power again tomorrow when it rains, like I did last night. My legs are swollen from another seven hours of driving today, mostly in circles trying to find a visitor center that did not exist and a trailhead that had no room for a bus. I am now by a river somewhere near Brattleboro Vermont … in 85-degree sun, so my batteries are up to 85-90%. I don’t have a thermometer (on purpose). With outside temps reaching 92, and nighttime “lows” as high as 76, it’s been the longest, hottest stretch of boondocking I hope I ever do. My legs are swollen, may head hurts, I have not turned on the burner once, and the only sleep I’ve been getting is in two-hour stints in the hammock with two fans on high blowing at me. (The bed is just too hot.)

And now with my exposure to Covid, another adventure has begun. I’m fully vaccinated, so I am hoping anything I may come down with will be mild, as are Jim’s symptoms, thankfully.

Until late this afternoon, I have been without Verizon bars or Wi-Fi which I hadn’t expected. So, I did a lot of meditating, journaling, ritual planning, and giving thanks for ever cool breeze that came my way.

I celebrated solar Lughnasadh Sunday and will celebrate lunar Lughnasadh with Thursday’s full moon. Wishing you blessings of abundance.