After working for 12hours, we were finally able to pack up and hit the road. We picked up another friend on the way- so it was the three of us heading to Wisconsin at 2am.
There is nothing like the road at night. Especially when your driving for the heck of it. I had a lot on my mind, and it seemed as though my thoughts started to melt away with each mile marker. Finally, I could breathe in some fresh air, sit back, and watch the stars as we're driving through the night.
I remember someone telling me while I was in Canada that it only takes 21 miles to truly clear your mind. Is this why I like to stay on the road so much? (chuckles)
Finally, 10am we pulled up to the beautiful cabin resort on the lake and there stood Andy, a tall country boy in his pj's and boots welcoming us with a smile and a wave. We turned off the truck and I let out a deep sigh- I realized that I had been riding around in that truck for over 24hours at that point! Including the work we did the previous day, and the road trip excursion. Thank goodness we were finally at our destination, because the boys were getting smelly. ew.
Over four days of staying at the resort, I learned a lot about myself. For one, I am more of a country girl than I realized. The only shoes I brought were moccasins and sandals and I rarely even wore those! Of course the guys picked fun at me and called me Pocahontas, but hey, I was a happy girl.
I spent the mornings in the hammock reading my book "the gypsy eight" with my coffee, the midday/evenings getting into trouble with the guys, having a good beer, shooting guns (which the police eventually showed up for that), pulling tree stumps and putting them in his neighbors yard, fishing, talking about all of the boats were going to steal and take off in (don't worry, we're all talk). Oh, the good life. The nights were blissful, while everyone stayed inside and played pool, or darts, I wondered off and found the perfect little boat dock. There I nestled in my Arizona blanket (it's my security blanket evidently) and spent the night under the stars.
My soul needed that.
I woke up to the wind in the trees, the birds singing, and the guys shooting off their obnoxious guns, again. Idiots. Uhem...
Life is most enjoyed when there is nothing more than the simplicity of the now.