Early morning on July 3rd, Michael and I hopped into the truck and bus and drove an hour into Springfield, VA. It should have only taken 40 minutes, but we were in the midst of traffic. I didn't mind because going at a slow pace allowed me to look at the surroundings of our new home. I thought there were trees in Florida. Now I beheld trees and HILLS!
Our journey to just get settled at the campground was complicated and laborious. We stopped at the army base to unhitch the white car from the rental truck. Then we entered the base to register at the campground with the bus and the white car. Next we drove the white car and the rental to our storage space a few miles away. We did this dosey doe of a car dance on one of the hottest days of the month for Virginia. The high was in the high 90s. Humidity was supposedly high, but it was actually not as bad as anything we experienced in Florida. The environment felt more like an oven than a sauna but it was not welcomed as we sweltered and labored back and forth between the storage and the truck.
After we finished returned the truck, we headed straight for the convenience store on base and prepared for the next couple days' rest and relaxation - something we hadn't truly had in a couple of years.
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