Last Day Of Vacation...

Technically, it's really tomorrow, but all we're going to do tomorrow is break camp, drive home, empty the camper, and then I'm going to mow the lawn. Not really what I consider a vacation day. Today is our last day down on the Cape; our last 24 hours of real *vacation* time. It's the moment we've been dreading since we unhitched the camper from the truck last Friday, and it's rapidly approaching.

So what do we do? We sleep in, of course! The great thing about this vacation has been that we *have* to do exactly jack and squat. If we want to hang around inside the camper all morning playing "Plants Vs. Zombies" we do. If we feel like taking off at dinner time to go climb on the rocks at the canal, we do. Bedtimes are relaxed, mornings aren't rushed, and the days are a lot less hectic. That's what a vacation is supposed to be IMHO.

We also see cool stuff like this:


That's a Winnebago Brave from sometime in the 1970s. It looks like it has been used but well-cared for; there's honest wear on it and evidence that it's no show queen. They're around the corner from us and we pass it every time we head to the canal for a bike ride or rollerblading on the canal path.

It brings back strong memories, seeing that Winnie and being on the Cape. I've been coming to this campground since I was about 4 or 5, right about when that Winnebago would have been new. If only someone had a 1970s Dodge class C camper with the *awful* orange shag carpeting then I could really relive my youth...

Back to the daily grind next week, and normal grousing and blogging to resume...

That is all.

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