… I’ll be sitting inside The Breeze, my shiny new trailer, formally christened earlier in the day when I picked her up from the factory.
We’ll be at a campground just up the road from her birthplace in St. Nicolas, Quebec City, Canada. Bella will be parked for the night, and all three of us will be finally together, after over a year of waiting for this day.
I can’t figure out if I’ll be ecstatically happy or freaking terrified. Or both. I could be both. I could be happy as heck that I finally took delivery of my 1743 model trailer, happy with the colors and options and clean design. I could be terrified that I will screw up the propane thing, the hooking and unhooking thing, the electrical system, the solar panels, or, well, pretty much anything and everything that is The Breeze. I have never camped in a trailer, never towed anything in my life (and that’s over 40 years of driving at this point in time).
I have nine months from now to figure out what I need to know to drive a trailer cross-country (and cross-border!) from Quebec City to Seattle, Washington. For pete’s sake, I’ve been a project manager for two decades. I can figure this out. Books, articles, google searches, my FB group (and you Altoistes know who you are…), all I have to do is start somewhere and go from there.
I don’t need to figure out how I’m going to live in The Breeze, that will come later, farther down the timeline. So I’m going to focus on the skills and items I’ll need to bring her safely home, from a propane tank to a few pots and pans and dishes to some way to secure her so someone doesn’t hook up and take her (which I had never actually realized was a thing until someone mentioned it a few months back. I’m not only inexperienced at trailers, I’m completely naive as well).
How far do I have to go in that first trip? Well, let’s put it this way: I probably could not have chosen somewhere any farther away from Seattle. Seriously!
But that trip is still nine months away. Today is a day for celebrating: my month count is now officially in the single digits! The countdown started at 14 months, so 9 months to go is a big deal. I
I’ve put maps of the US and Canada on the long wall in the hallway so I can start thinking about blue highways and scenic routes.
When I lay in my bed at night, I can see the maps in the faint light filtering through the blinds and that makes me happy. They are the last things I see before I close my eyes and the first things I see when I wake up.
The journey is calling, faintly now, but louder than 5 months ago. So this is how I’m going to be thinking from now on, especially when I think of all that I don’t know (yet).