This post originally appeared on the PlantBased RunnerGirl blog.
Susanne
is your driver for this post.
It’s our fourth day in Flagstaff, and here’s the
current view from the bedroom window.
It's pouring, sometimes so hard
that the rain sends pinecones toppling onto our roof. The Weather Channel
indicates that it'll be like this on and off for the next 24 hours.
So we're
going to lay low: get our homeschooling assignments done (Sam's got reading,
math, and grammar on the docket), read, update the blogs, pay bills slash
adult, maybe bake some fall treats in the toaster oven, maybe head over to the
camp playground later if we get a break in the weather. Downshifting for a day
sounds refreshing to me. We've been on the go lately, and I'm feeling a
bit exhausted. On Saturday I ran 16 miles, followed by a family field trip
to the top of Sandia Peak in Albuquerque. Sunday was the six-hour journey
to Flagstaff. On Monday, we spent the entire day at the Grand Canyon, and
yesterday, both Trent and I and our unacclimatized lungs went adventuring on the Fatmans Loop Trail.
Seasoned
full-time RVers are always trying to warn the newbies: Slow down. You're in absolutely no rush. Don't
exhaust yourself. This isn't a monthlong vacation. You have all the time
in the world to do all the stuff you want to do. If you don't see
everything you want to see at a particular location, you can always come back.
If you push yourself too hard, you'll burn out before a year is up.
I am not good about following this advice.
I'm afflicted with what I've
diagnosed as Traveler's FOMO: Traveler's Fear Of Missing Out. When I'm in a new
place, I have a deep-seated need to see and do it all so that I can really
know the place I'm in. It's a well-meaning obsessiveness. But I remind
myself that's just mental self-trickery. Nobody is grading us on How Many
Things We Checked Off Our List While Living In Our RV. Nobody is docking
points for staying in.
A rest day it is, then. Biscuit, for one, seems fine
with this plan:
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