We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
…That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
[Algernon Charles Swinburne]
I’m having some trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that we’ll be back in BC this week. And I’m full of mixed emotion. On the one hand, I see the end of this long journey looming on the horizon and I don’t want it to end. Have we really been on the road almost a year already? Don’t we still have a few months left? Last week I got teary-eyed on seeing a row of RVs lined up at Camping World. I once belonged to the nomadic world, I sighed, even though I never before saw myself as belonging to the group RVers who drive the big rigs on display in the lot, or who frequent Camping World regularly.