Off Site

This is the second time we’ve stayed off site while visiting the beach. There were a progression of things that lead us to making the decision, the first being, suddenly, having our trailer spot moved right next to a porta potty at the side of the main entrance to the property. It wasn’t so much the oder (tho that wasn’t wonderful), but the the constant BANG of the porta potty door at all hours. This move came about due to another couple arriving before us, always, and procuring the other spot. An important thing about trailer living is proximity to power and water. The porta potty site did have both, but the down sides to the site got on our nerves over the years. Another consideration was the size of our holding tank. It’s teeeeeeny. All of 12-gallons. One only has so many flushes before the tank is full, and then you’re living with that smell, and no way to empty the tank on the property… For as long as you’re visiting.

Having a full hook-up in an RV park, even if the park isn’t inspiring in any aesthetic sort of way, serves more purpose that just being able to utilize our camper’s functions… I love the folks who run the beach property. They are some of my oldest friends. And I need to retreat from the same conversations ~ many decades old, the current repetitive conversations. the unending discussions over how dinner is to be accomplished (often later than even we eat), and being interrupted. Don’t ask me a question: “Did you get my voicemail last night about your DH phone being left here?” “I did but it was too late…” “Because you know some people can’t be without their phones!” “He’s not one of…” “Uh, I mean some folks really freak out w/out their” this is when I sharply said, “WOULD YOU LET ME FINISH WHAT I’M SAYING?” and then assert your rhetoric into my answer. I have two long-term friends who do this and it drives me nuts.

We are back home now, not interrupting each other, and enjoying the quiet.