The Last Dirty Deed

Most everything is "back to normal" (whatever that means) after our trip.  But I've been postponing doing the last dirty deed:  hosing off the tarps and tent fly.  Tonight I'm proud to report that this final clean up has been accomplished.  As I sprayed water on the bottom tarp, blotches of Moab red dirt, rich Oregon soil, Nebraska farm dirt and rotting material from the humid woods in Pelham, Alabama ran together in a downhill stream.  With the hose in my hand, I remembered each time and location we spread the tarp and raised the tent. 

My final task is to deal with the photographs.  We've already deleted hundreds -- early in our travel we were more excited by scenery that later lost its appeal once we were well into the trip.  And in some cases we didn't need to keep snapshots taken from multiple angles.  I'm creating a hard-cover book of our photographs for our final souvenir and getting pictures sent to the various folks we visited or met along our trip.  Let me know if you'd like to see it sometime. 

Call me crazy (and you will) but I miss the tent camping.  A few nights ago I asked my husband when he thinks he might be ready to go tent camping again.  Suffice it to say that I first got "the look" before I insisted on a verbal response.  In case you are still left wondering, it doesn't look like we'll be going any time soon.  But who knows what cooler weather might inspire later in the year.  I'll keep you posted right here!