Stepping out of the camper into the full
moon light, the rocks and dirt fuzed
together like cement. My nose hairs
instantly freeze. It instantly reminded me
of being a kid running around blowing
bubbles in zero degree temps, watching the
globe grow then slowly freeze and shatter
like glass. Sprinkling like glitter all the way
to the ground. I often drift into past
memories during stressful times like these.
It helps me cope with the situation at hand,
taking me back to simpler less stressful
times. My headlamp fires up illuminating
two propane tanks and with a couple
knocks and a sigh of relief I’m glad to learn
that it is the propane. After switching the
tanks and crawling back into the camper, I
notice in my absence, Sequoia had to
relieve herself once more. However, this
time in my daughter’s shoe. I toss the little
shoes out the door, “I’ll take care of that
tomorrow”, I mumble. A quick flip of the
switch and the furnace fires. The heat
rushes through the camper thawing
everything in an instance. Too wound up to
sleep I snag my phone from under my half
frozen pillow and start to work early into
the morning. This is real life on the road...