Here’s to great days

It’s Day 344 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve.

As Deb and I (who are doing well today, by the way) get closer to our next escape, focused on applying what we’ve learned with the Bumper Bunker to The Ernie Experience, it’s hard not to think back to the last time we were out.

That particular September weekend was unseasonably chilly, suiting us just fine — the coffee tasted better in the morning and a campfire’s warmth felt better after the sun went down. It was easy to dress for an afternoon hike, with temps around 60 degrees, a gentle breeze and a cloudless sky. At night the mercury fell to just above freezing, so we got to run the Bunker’s LP gas furnace.

Mother Nature found our Sweet Spot.

The state park where we landed was wonderful, and our campsite was near-perfect. It was easy to get into, big enough to keep us from feeling cramped but wooded enough to give us a sense of seclusion. Hiking trails and the lakeshore were a short walk from our door. We — including the dogs, who loved the place — had a spectacular time.

This glamping business is, for the most part, an exercise in working with what one gets. Not every park, site or day is perfect. Something unexpected (and often unpleasant) is bound to happen. Stuff breaks. Weather doesn’t always cooperate. There’s great value in the ability to differentiate between real adversity and run-of-the-mill inconvenience.

That’s useful in life, too, of course.

But we need to flirt with perfection now and then, to revel in a weekend when the weather is ideal and everything goes even better than best-laid plans. It sets a benchmark, proves concepts, inspires confidence and shows us what’s possible.

A great day keeps us moving through the shitty ones, as we advance toward creating our next great day.

Looking around today at a country I never thought I’d see, I find myself mining my memories of better days. It’s tempting to give in to disappointment, discouragement or frustration — but I know, from experience, that we can advance beyond a national culture of fear and entitlement, to live in America in which a president isn’t actively working to destroy our sovereignty, strength and Liberty.

I’m an American, born in the ’50s, a child of the ’60s who came of age in the ’70s. I’ve seen some great days. I know what’s possible. I know, just as you do, what it’ll take to get there again.

We grasp our current predicament. Now we must put in the work — actual work — required to defeat America’s enemies and build a country the Founders would recognize.

We can’t relent. If we stop, we fail.

This is why Ubi Libertas Blog exists. It’s why I do what I do.

It’s why you’re reading this.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath