While tending my campground a woman in her 70’s walk by carrying a toy poodle. “Are you camping alone?” She asks as she walks past my van. I’m not sure, but she seemed to be looking at my space with this sort of longing. “Yes Mame,” I reply.
“I used to have a set up similar to this when I was young. I loved it. “I’m no longer alone, and now I camp in an RV.” I tell her it is nice to meet her, but I wish she would have stayed, and told me more of her stories. I think of her often. These simple words seem to give me permission and approval, not that I needed any, but I felt an instant camaraderie with her.
Feeling so good about my decision and hope I can do this more in my life.
Pusche