We were up at 0-dark-thirty this morning so that we could get on the road.
Kim has outfitted the RV with everything a person might desire – the coffee was ALREADY BREWED when we climbed aboard. Carole and Harry are snoozing in the back bedroom, Kate and I are at the dinette. John is at the wheel and Kim and Bob are riding shotgun.
When we turned on the radio, Tom Petty’s “Don’t Have to Live Like a Refugee” came on, and looking around this deluxe accommodation, that would seem to be the case.
The organization of this team is impressive. We all worked our checklists, and we think we’ve got everything, though I guess we’ll find out. I’ll post some pix when we’ve got a bit more connectivity.
Carole was in good form this morning. We find that when she’s relaxed and not thinking too hard about it, bits of speech just zoom out. She said “I love you too” to Jim in phone convo last night, and we heard “What!” coming out of the bedroom this morning. Can the exasperated version HAR-RRRRRY!” be far behind?