A new dawn, a new day.
I can't remember what song that is from - and I know I could look it up, but I haven't. Regardless, I woke up with the phrase in my head this morning.
I spent a lot of yesterday trying to process all these intense changes. I don't know that I made a whole lot of progress, but there was a lot of commiserating with other seasonal campers who are feeling this pain, betrayal, and grief. I also spent a fair amount of time talking over options.
One good thing I learned: We just need to get the camper re-registered. It's already insured. It does not need an inspection. I just hope the wheels are not jacked from sitting for four years. They are not flat, and they have no sign of rot, so here is hoping for the best.
We also spent some time talking about alternatives - that we can even bring our dog to. This all helped a little, but it's still a bitter blow.
The collective grief of the community is tangible. May 7th I pull out, come hell or high water. Ironically, it's the camps Beltane celebration. Quite a few of the folks I talked to yesterday are pulling out that day. It's going to be a barren Beltane.
I think Barren Beltane is my new punk band name.