The Country roads are taking me home

Meet Betty Deux and Bertha. They were named after the Bertha Butt Boogie song by Jimmy Castor. Taken at an eastbound rest stop in Kansas. You can stay overnight at Kansas rest stops.

We discovered this summer that Betty Deux is our home not just a house on wheels. For whatever reason, there is a comfort level achieved there that is not present in our brick and mortar house. Sure there is only a fraction of the room. We are limited on the things we can take with us, however, we seem to take what is necessary for both living and entertainment. And that seems enough.

Now that we are home from this summer’s adventures, we find ourselves sitting in front of the television or the computer an exorbitant amount of time. Let’s face it, it’s just too damn hot to do anything else! No more sitting outside with our early morning coffee watching deer graze nearby or cottonwood snow or baby robins. No more meals prepped in the best kitchen ever, the outdoors on the cast-iron grill. Exercise is forced now rather than the constant going in and out of the camper or taking early morning or evening walks around the campground, nodding a friendly hello to the neighbors.

Bertha is unhitched, free from her tethers. Betty is under cover, cleaned out and waiting for cooler weather to have her interior painted. For Betty, time is at a slight stand-still, waiting, waiting.