The summer has been intolerably hot. Coupled with Coronavirus shutting down parks and sites, camping has been nigh impossible in my neck of the woods.

And with the #BLM protesting, I’ve been much more in-tune with covering that personally, than any travels publicly.

It makes me grateful that the van IS still my daily driver.  That I get to take it to see real life and not real-life-for-other-people.

The joy I get from it hasn’t waned and I know how blessed I am to keep this little turtle shell with me everyday.

By the way, work has changed as well.

Well, and secretly, before ‘Rona closed down schools, I went back to school myself. Yes, I still teach online, but I completing a program in the healthcare field.  I’m like a nurse-torian now.

I LOVE IT.

More money to spend on the van, right?

The van needs new tires and I’m still debating that paint job.  Despite the heat, I’m SO GLAD I didn’t have an AC attached to the roof. Where the hell* was I going to plug in these last few months anyway? I’m allowing my space to get it in the future – if I need it.

And there’s one more weird thing that I’m not sure sure I can talk about…

…I mean…can I…

…Wait. This is my blog on my site that I pay to host so….

Between Amazon doing its thing and Coronavirus locking people in place, it has selfishly freed me in regards to this blog. I can say whatever I care to, without worrying about Amazon being cross. I can show the pictures and cover things that I WANT to cover. And no, I can’t travel all over the place, but to keep safe, none of us can.  I can simply bask in the glory of being a woman with a big ass van in the driveway.

Stay safe. Stay home. Wash you hands and for fuck’s sake,* wear a mask.

**Couldn’t say that before either.