Day 42
Since this is a travel day, where nothing much happens besides getting ready to go, going, and arriving at our new location, I’m going to take the opportunity to tell you a few things about travelling that I really like. For example, Don and I went for a walk this morning, like we almost always do, unless the weather interferes. Now, you might think that walking a dog is just a chore that humans have to do to allow us dogs to eliminate wastes from our systems. Yeah, we have to do that, just like you do. But Geri and Don have the right approach to dog walking; they believe that the walk is my walk, and that I should be allowed to explore, sniff, roll, and run when and wherever I feel like it, within reasonable limits, that is. Like, I shouldn’t be allowed to roll in a fire pit. They encourage me to run and get some good exercise, they point out things I might be interested in, like squirrels, and they talk to me about the things we see on the walk. Best of all, they only put me on the leash when they absolutely have to because of camp regulations. So, our walks are mutual experiences that we all enjoy, and they are some of my best experiences, particularly on trips, where we are always in new territory.
Another thing I enjoy about traveling in the coach is just the feel of the ride; I love the low vibrations of the big diesel engine as I lay on the floor, and I particularly enjoy the smooth ride of this coach with its air suspension, which Don told me all about. Our old RV was very noisy and had a rough ride, which neither Buddy nor I liked. This one is like sleeping on a diesel powered cloud.
One of the things I like most about traveling is meeting new people. Almost all of the RVing people that we meet in the parks are warm and friendly, and many of them have dogs of their own. I have gotten so much attention and affection from other RVers that I think that they are a special breed of dog lovers. Some of their dogs are not quite as friendly, but I recognize that as just their insecurity manifesting itself when their people meet someone as handsome and personable as me. It really doesn’t upset me.
Well, enough generalizing, back to specifics. We got out of James Island RV Park about 11:30. Don was afraid that the 10K footrace over the bridge would have traffic tied up through Charleston, but he decided to chance it anyway. Surprise, it was all clear! We flew over the bridge, and made our way up Highway 17 through Myrtle Beach, which Geri and Don said looked like Atlantic City, and into North Carolina. Don relied on Garmie to guide him to the KOA Campground in Wilmington, and she didn’t let him down. We arrived in good shape, I had a nice walk with Geri while Don cooked turkeyburgers, and I had a lot of plates to clean up afterward. Don and I worked hard on the blog tonight; I hope you enjoy it! And a special shout-out to my friends Alice and Cooper, who have volunteered to be flown out to join us on our homeward trip! But I really don’t think their human, Big Barb, is serious about that. Bye till tomorrow!