roadtrip

roadtrip

smell the rain…

The RV seems to be getting smaller day by day – tension builds like an electrical storm inside as we seem to overstay our welcome in each others’ pockets. Sharing such a small place with 4 untidy boys has been a constant challenge. The constant drone of the generator all night long was driving me crazy. The chilled air from the AirCon has become unbearable. I am from Scotland – I flew 2000 miles to ESCAPE from air that cold…

Last night, at a friend’s farm, I slept outside – bliss – by a campfire… beneath the stars…

No RV smells… like the pungent stench of damp musty laundry… or the ugly stink of lavatorial greywater – EVIDENTLY the tank needs emptying but nobody volunteers to empty it… the smell of sweaty sneakers and stale beer…

i breath in… just the smell of the warm night air… the smell of the farm – fresh… the smell of the smoke of the campfire.

i open my eyes…. no walls closing in… no dull ceiling and recycled AirCon… just wide open space – and infinite starry sky…

i stretch out like a starfish… no ugly feet in my face… no clutter and dirty crockery… no kick drum monopolising space… no soap scum in the bathroom sink… just a lake… and woodland… a starlit sky raining fireflies… and soporific flames dancing in the dark…

and silence.

beautiful silence… no generator drone… just the sound of crickets buzzing, the wood crackling in the fire and distant coyotes’ howl…

Can you guess where I’m headed with this…?

YES! The BEST nights sleep ever…

words (c) Kat McDonald 2009

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