A friend suggested I should blog more about the humorous aspects of my journey and the growing pains I’ve experienced. And since I started my day by losing my shoes in something similar to marshy quicksand while trying to get to the bay to watch the sunrise, inspiration hit. And since in true Stephanie fashion I didn’t beat a hasty retreat when my first foot sunk, and I decided to keep trying to walk, I’m now short a pair of flip flops. But you can buy those anywhere down here in the Keys, so life is good.

There’s been no shortness of klutziness. A small, one room space with 3 good sized dogs is hard enough, but throw me in the mix and…let’s just say there should be an award for klutz of the year and I would win it. Things like this…get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and don’t turn on a light because those are on the ceiling and it’s hard. Raise the toilet lid (and the seat comes up too), sit completely in the toilet bowl, jump back up and slam forehead into the door frame in front of you because the space is so small.

I’ve banged my head on the outdoor awning twice because I forget it’s there. (Friend who suggested this blog, and my sister have both said I need a helmet, so you can hold your jokes.) I have a scrape under my chin from smacking myself trying to collapse my foldable bicycle. Add an injured big toe on my left foot from tripping over a curb walking my dogs to the kennel area in the dark at 5:30am, a bruise on my right knee from the fancy new hitch on my car, bruise and burn on my left shin from when Sassy pulled on (and escaped from) the lead that was attached to the picnic table where I was sitting, and a bruise of an unknown origin on my left bicep.

I learned the hard way to bungee the cabinets shut during towing because when we parked at one location I had 100 K-cups and about as many plastic forks and other food stuffs all over the camper. I nearly got blown off the bridge riding my bike across it get to the beach (because I thought that would be easier), and worked harder than I’ve ever had to work to keep the wake from pulling me and my SUP through the drawbridge waterway. When I got to my latest destination I had a water connection problem and had water all in the camper floor to clean up, and a connection to fix. (I’m becoming quite the handyman. Could probably hire myself out.) I sleep on the twin sized convertible banquet because the dogs have taken over the queen sized bed.

And I am super content and am learning to breathe. And I still got to see my sunrise over the RV park.

#quicksand #roadtrip #growingpains #travel #wanderlust #threedogsandablog #hippiegirl #klutz #rvlife #makingmemoriesallovertheworld

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