The End of Another Day

It is said that you never know how great a day is until it's over.  As days move along and blend one into another, that's the thought that continuously runs through my mind.  What a day!  What was special about it?  Nothing earth-shattering, no one incident; it was just a beautiful day.  I awoke to very chilly temps, probably in the mid 50's.  Tonight temps will drop to the low 50's.  Yet as the day wore on, the temps rose, the sun peeked through puffy clouds and the fall weather "feel" required a sweatshirt.  By mid-afternoon, off it came.

Friday at any campsite sees much activity.  For one RVer it marks the end, while for another it marks the beginning.  Maybe that why I like arriving and leaving on any other mid-week day.  Big rigs leave and bigger ones seem to arrive.  Many cause one to sit back and marvel at how and why someone would gravitate to such extremes.  What decisions went into choosing this one or that; this size of that; what must it have cost?  How could they possibly drive it?  As expected, the owners are "on in years;" no youngsters here driving those rigs; retired with no children (more likely with grandchildren they have the pleasure of spending time with).  Sometimes the big one become too much for the owner.  The fifth-wheelers have the most trouble.  One couple arrived two sites away from me around 7 pm and spent the next hour trying to back their 40 foot rig onto their site.  Back and forth he went, turning left then right but...never seeming to get it right.  Thank goodness two sites on the opposite side of the street were vacant affording him more maneuverability.   Throw into the mix the fact that it's a husband/wife effort.  Now the tension mounts.  Directions and instructions are given but not always heard or heeded.  And after goodness knows how long it took to get here, tired and irritable, it takes it's toll.  In this particular instance, after that hour, they're gone....even after the wife got into the pickup to try her hand at it.

It is now 9:15 pm and another trailer is in the process of backing into a site behind and two over from me.  In the darkness I can hear, "cut it left," "okay, c'mon back....keep coming."   These maneuvers throw me back 35 years when my little Ticonderoga pop-up would have to be backed into a spot.  After my initial trial by fire, I now smile to know that I eventually became proficient.  Would I or could I maneuver a 40' trailer now?  No, not on a bet, thank you..

Time to call it a day.  Thermostat is set at 69 and switched to "elec heat", so it'll be interesting to hear it kick in maybe during the night.