HELLO, ANYBODY OUT THERE? (May 13 - June 12, 2020)

It has now been 73 days since we left WYNDHAM OCEAN RIDGE in South Carolina and found our way to our cabin retreat in the hills of southern Indiana.  Our nomadic lifestyle has, for now, come to a grinding halt.  Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love our Hoosier hideaway.  Yet the truth is that living in a 12 x 20, dry, no A/C space for over two months is a major challenge.

When we built this place seven years ago we never expected to spend more than a week or two at a time enjoying its rustic charms.  It was never intended for an extended stay.  We borrow electricity and "facilities " from Sherry's brother and sister in law, who live down the lane.  They have been life savers.

My wife, an avowed introvert, has found this to be a blessed time of solitude.  It has been an invigorating period of seeing no one, going nowhere, and reading dozens of books.  It is pretty much what she does in our WYNDHAM travels.  Aside from the lack of the WYNDHAM extras, she's fine.

I, a practicing extrovert, am having a more difficult time.  For me, it's  like being kidnapped and taken to a tough love camp for recovering extroverts!  Where's the lobby?  Where's the pool?  Where's the hot tub?  Where are the people?  I love the outdoors, but you can only watch the birds so many hours a day.  I have named the six squirrels that visit daily!  I hear the old song from "Paint Your Wagon" echoing in my mind;  "I talk to the trees but they never listen to me.  I talk to the stars but they never hear me. The breeze hasn't time to stop and hear what I say......"  I am exaggerating but it is a unique experience.

In 42 days be are scheduled to begin a six week stay at WYNDHAM KINGS GATE RESORT in Williamsburg, Virginia.  We'll see!  Until then; I'll work on the grounds , feed the critters, and talk, not to the trees, but to the One who always listens.