Divermarv

Great song, great feeling. The closer to home part that is. I’m nobody’s captain.

Lock A campground at Cheatham dam was nice. Allegedly, the name Marvin means friend of the sea, which I extend to any maritime environment. Including the Cumberland River. The little shelf of land the campsite was on tapered gently to the river, allowing an intimate-feeling view at the surface of the water. A river-cruise ship sailed up and back down the evening of my stay, but I didn’t have my phone on me. (No pics, it didn’t happen.) But the morning of my departure a barge chugged towards the locks. I got a nice little video of that. Felt good to experience a watercraft in its element.

As I started this post, the campsite was nice. But this fella was ready to go home. I checked my maps route, and found the ETA travel time was probably at the best it would get and packed up and headed out.

One fill-up, and a couple of bathroom breaks later and I was on the home stretch. I have to say, the last fifty miles was the hardest of the trip. My whole body was aching to be home.

Funny thing though. When I arrived home (after a quick run to the loo, and the twisty-turny antics of me jockeying my trailer around in my just big enough driveway space later) I was… surprised? Maybe, unbelieving. I just couldn’t grasp it was over. I’ll have to chew on that emotion for a bit, understand it. The wanderlust my Navy life instilled into me is, perhaps, a bit too powerful. But my desire to crash my butt onto my seat on the porch and watch the birds and feel the air is pretty strong too.

This out west trip is in the books. And I’m already considering my next (slightly less distant) trip for September. But for now I am going to enjoy my time at home. I hope you can too.

Until next time, peace and love…
Marv