8-30 Wandering Alyssa, things that walk away

Land Between the Lakes, Kentucky

It’s a beautiful, almost chilly morning with a steady wind blowing through. Does this mean fall’s on the way here?

I’m not used to feeling such coolness in the air until early December in Florida so it’s a nice change.

One of the disadvantages of being over six feet tall is I’m the one that usually clears trails of spider webs with my face. Sigh. I guess am a trailblazer, after all. ; )

Been thinking of my daughter Alyssa lately… She is a free spirit like her Dad and I’m so glad to see she too has the blood of a wanderer.

Already at a young age (mid twenties) she’s travelled to several countries on her dime and is now in Fiji for a few months working with little kids in a village school.

She has always loved working with and helping children so that and travel is her North Star these days.

She left a great job at Shands Hospital in Gainesville to follow this dream of hers, leaving behind security and certainty that kind of life brings.

Bravo to her — unexpected doors will open thanks to her leap into the unknown.

Wander on, my ’lil bambino!

Looks like my favorite towel that was draped over the propane tank¹ at the front of the camper got up and walked away while I ran to town.

These things happen, fortunately rarely. I was warned not long after I started nomading to always secure outside items because, as the experienced nomad said, “Things get legs and walk away while you’re gone!”

So that’s what I do, put away chairs, side table, etc. draw up the curtains and lock the camper whenever I go.

For the solar panel which needs to stay out to top off the battery, I chain it to the camper using a long, thick steel braided cable and lock.

In the more remote or dispersed camping areas I’ll slap a heavy duty wheel lock on one of the camper’s wheels for extra security.

If the vibe to an area feels wrong I’ll move onto another location. Sometimes even the most beautiful spots just have that feeling. Despite appearances, I’ll always trust my gut and it has served me very well.

Over time I’ve learned not to stress over it too much after I’ve done what needed to be done to secure things.

Until now I didn’t think towels needed to be secured but I guess they too have legs and walk away. I’ll have to replace it with a very ugly one as a deterrent perhaps?