Relative Something

If we have held true to the initial itinerary, last night we celebrated on the river with a pizza party on a boat cruise. I’m thinking the timing of this is good, because it is advertised as an all-you-want pizza party and it just so happens that today is an off day where we don’t have to pack up our tents and ride away. We can gorge ourselves and then sleep in this morning in vacation-worthy slothfulness. The rest day allows for time to do whatever suits our fancy. I like to stretch my legs with a lot of walking, but sometimes get talked into joining friends in a little bike exploration. Others look forward to the opportunity to shop. Jim often serves up options for a tour of local attractions. We have explored mines and paper mills, state parks, and dramatic geographic landmarks. Sometimes, we are in a community large enough to support a movie theater and plenty of us enjoy the chance to just sit for a couple of hours indoors and be entertained.

By this point in the week we find ourselves becoming picky about the options for public toilet facilities. As much fun as we are having, part of us begins to miss home.

It has only been one day off, but tonight, as we settle in our tents, it is a small mental hassle to get reorganized for the early morning, and the pack-up and move on it will bring. The mind is well into vacation mode.