At the Rainbow Camp Site
August 2001
After saying good-bye to Emily, my youngest daughter, who had no clue as to how our lives were about to change, I found myself hooking up my 12 foot rental U-Haul trailer loaded with my life’s possessions. Funny how, after 22 years of marriage, a life can fit into such a small space, but with the miracles of down sizing and living small great things can still happen.
Getting the trailer hitch to align with the ball on the end of the Ford van in order to make it all eventually connect and become one, so I could finally move East was a daunting task.
I was alone, all alone.
I looked in the mirror and saw only trailer, backed up an inch then got out examined the distance, realigned and moved over and inch...eventually I was able to wind the trailer several inches downward with the hand crank onto the waiting ball hook up, tighten everything up making sure the safety chain was connected and I ready to hit the road.
A new life awaited.
Finally, I got behind the wheel, pausing for several minutes, for the last time before departure, I sat and wept while parked in the Rainbow camp ground.
I never looked in the mirror once. Not once.
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