The Drive

This is Day 378 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are fantastic. You’ll have to take our word for that.

In the RVing community, lots of experienced folks abide by the “300/330” rule — that is, drive no farther than 300 miles in a day or stop no later than 3:30pm, whichever comes first. If that sounds unambitious to you, hitch up a travel trailer or settle in behind the wheel of a motorhome and just try to cover ground like you would in your car.

It’s a whole different deal, trust me.

We rolled out of our Tennessee campground a couple of minutes before 9am today, knowing that this would be the longest drive we’ve tackled with Ernie. By the time we reached our destination we’d traveled exactly 300 miles, backing the bus onto our site and switching off the engine at 3:02pm.

Over those six hours we dealt with mountains, heavy traffic, construction and urban snarl, and more of all of those things than we’d seen to this point. We pulled off twice at rest areas, accommodating pit stops for both dogs and humans.

When we parked, I was done — not dragging, not exhausted, just d-o-n-e done. The word Deb and I chose to describe the feeling was “victorious.”

This was the first road day when I felt like I actually deserved to be out there mixing it up with the nutballs on the Interstate. Deb observed that I was more relaxed, more confident, more precise. I felt like I belonged behind the wheel of this 16-ton bus.

I have much more to learn, of course. My education continues.

School’s never out.

Now we’re parked for a couple of nights before making our way back toward Second Chance Ranch. And speaking of done, I’m done for this day.

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

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath