This is another one of those weeks. It is the part of the whole RV park thing that we love to hate. People come, and then ... well, they go.
We love to have them. We love to be a temporary community for them. And we actually love to see them roll out. That's the point. Nomads love to move. They miss us, too. However, there is something so unique about the lift in their voices just as it is about time to hit the road again. Heck, you can hear it in the rumble of their rig as they're driving up the hill, toward the highway.
It is interesting to watch it in each person. It's not a bouncing-off-the-walls kind of excitement. It takes some effort to get everything hunkered down and highway-ready. It's a process, and every one has their own approach and "system." Yet, in the middle of it, there is this spark. Enthusiasm doesn't seem like the right word.
It starts to pound a bit more loudly. It picks up speed. It is driving them to get back out there. Most of them don't trek more than a few hours a day, but that has absolutely nothing to do with the spirit - that heartbeat. It's movement. It's new faces and new places and new food and new scenery.
Today is another good-bye. It's one that's a little harder than the average. Sometimes we are gifted with having people with us (or in the area) for a bit longer stay. We met Kev and Ang in April, and they have been either here, or an easy drive from us since that time. We became spoiled. It was a treat to have them back in the park before they are officially heading west. It will be quite a while before we get to see them again.
They are special people. My kids adore them. We are crazy blessed to have them in our lives, and so thrilled to give them that proverbial slap on the butt on their way out the door (proverbial, Kevin ... proverbial!).
Peace. Love. Beaver Nuggets.