I was about to drive into Beaufort, SC, tonight to do laundry for the first time in a month (I brought a lot of clothes, I swear), but then I noticed that one of the campground bathrooms has two washers and dryers. Then I found out that someone had canceled a reservation at the campsite (site 147) I’m currently at, so I don’t have to move on Sunday. Things are looking up.
A woman at the laundry told me her husband has long-Covid. “He is back sleeping in the camper. He is good for about 3 hours, and then he’s too tired to move,” she said. Food poisoning seemed not worth mentioning to her in comparison. Still, I mentioned it, and she gave me much needed sympathy. My stomach still felt off all day. I ate a little here and there, then about 5 p.m. I started feeling better. I drove to a nearby pizza place and was able to eat nearly all of a tiny cheese pizza. My stomach is now making noises and moving things around, but I think I’ll be ok.
It was over 80 degrees here today and I had to have the a/c on in the camper. It turns out campers heat up quickly in the sun. The little exhaust fan can’t keep up. I sat on the beach for an hour in the afternoon and I think I got sunburned. At the campground at night, looking up at the shadowy shapes of the Sabal Palmetto trees—a bare, tall trunk with a ball on the top—reminds me of Dr. Suess’s trees. But supposedly those were inspired by a Monterey Cypress tree in California. I think these would have done the trick, too.
I’ve been gone for just over 4 weeks now, and I’m feeling it. I find myself thinking of my more comfortable bed, and more comfortable couch, and the familiar things that make home, home. But maybe that’s because I’ve spent so much time this week inside the camper. I’m hoping for a renewal in body and attitude tomorrow. We’ll see.
Tomorrow I drive into Savannah for the day.
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