The past few months have seen me take a break from writing and constant travel in order to don a new hat for a while, that of a small town blue collar American worker. It seems that almost a traditional part of the full time RV lifestyle involves some form of ‘workamping’ – putting in a day’s work in exchange for room and board and hopefully a wage of some sort, if you are lucky.
Needless to say, despite our beautiful surroundings at Cumberland Lake, we were slightly soured on the place by our unexpected stranding and rescue in the wee hours of the morning. Rather than a lovely two day stay, it was reduced to just one, most of which was just recovering from the exhaustion and stress of the previous day. Therefore it left an even more bitter taste in our mouths when Loops asked the campground host if she would consider refunding one day of our stay and she refused; despite the fact it was on her assurance we had driven Belle into the park in the first place.
With our social engagements in Tennessee finally concluded (UK friends, bus barn friends, family passing through), it’s time to resume our journey north, mostly for the simple reason that the south in June is too oppressively hot for this fair-weather Brit.
That’s right, for me stepping out of my door and having a wall of humid heat practically knock me off my feet is not my idea of fun. Standing outside for five minutes, becoming drenched in sweat and looking as if I’d just emerged from the shower is not pleasant. Nor is having to change my clothes three times a day (especially when my washing machine is so small it then takes me two days to wash them all). And so for these reasons we continue northwards with our eyes glued to the thermometer.