Camping?
I woke and opened the flap of my tent to be greeted by a gentle surf washing onto the sandy shore. Grand Island lay in the background under cloudy skies. The 10 knot wind was a chilling 55F.2 sea kayaks lay over to the side while the musical sound of JB snoring in the next tent could just be heard above the wind and waves.  Life seemed pure and simple.

When I finally came out of my tent, I turned to see huge RV's, cheek to jowl, some actually hooked up to sewer lines. Many had dishes to receive satellite TV signals. Bulking air conditioners sat on their roofs. Considering the cost of the vehicles and the means their owners must have, I figure they were "camping" in conditions more congested than their neighborhoods. I wondered why they bothered.

Was it the scenery? The camaraderie of other RVers? I saw no kayaks or other toys on most of them, just chairs to sit out front under the awnings attached to their mobile homes. Still, they were all friendly and seemed as happy as myself to be away from what ever we all get away from. No matter. Life is short and can be as good as we make it. Heck, maybe I'll get a bigger tent.

Paddle safe...
DS