After two weeks stationary, anxiously awaiting the return of my RV from its repair/detention parking lot. My itchy wheels needed to be scratched, so I traveled towards the East Coast to babysit Molly, the elder, Jesse, the hunter, tuxy the cutie, and Leo the youngest with suggestive looks of bathroom time, along with capturing the image above from the nearby beaches on the Jersey Shore.
When I completed pet sitting, I returned to the Midwest, refusing to call the RV dealership, hoping no news was good news as I used my Apple Airtag to track the movements of Foxy between the indoor and outdoor repair detention facility. Watching it move raised my hopes
In my opinionated thoughts’, I had only two little items of repair, which were to reconnect a solar module that became lossened, replace the sub flooring under the bathtub and replace two bent window hinges. But, since I was not paying for the repairs, nor the labor, I was humbled and happy.👨🏾🦲👍🏾👌🏾
But, upon my return, I discovered it was not ready, and I was disappointed. So, when disappointed, my itchy wheels sent me north towards a Wildlife Refuge near the Missouri, Illinois, and Iowa border along the Mississippi River in search of migrating airborne wildlife.
However, it was too early for migratory birds to fill the Mississippi River islands, but the rangers did suggest I return in October into November to catch the thousands of earlier migrating arrivals.
So, I returned to my sister’s home to wait another week when I was contacted via voice and email that my full-time home, Foxy, was to be released on September 27, seven and a half weeks after she and I were separated.
The word excited is an understatement when I awoke the morning of September 27, as I quickly prepared for my reunion with my home escaping to the road with a destination being the wilderness.