We’ve been parked here half a week, where we imagine we are on the Serengeti but are cold at night, decently warm during the day, have internet, clean pit toilets in a brick building that provides more warmth in the evenings than our tents do one is tempted (only slightly) to bunk down in there. The kids use it as a Jail during the day.
Of course, this tub was totally tempting me, dreamily thinking of a hot tub with lavender wafting in the air, candles lit around the room, my body sinking into it’s depths. But I open my eyes and see the wind waving in the tall golden grass and realize a hot bath is not today’s reality.
We don’t have much here, not much to do and we are enjoying our down time. Simplicity. Not packing and unpacking. Instead, we burn a fire almost all day long which keeps the boys busy playing with it!
We read alone or read aloud (taking turns reading “Cycling Home from Siberia” by Rob Lilwell), I stencil and then paint website names on the rooftop cargo boxes. Maret draws treasure maps and burns the corners in the fire. Mitchell devours boat magazines he’s collected over the summer, and dreams of working on a schooner. Danaka and Maret work on their NaNoWriMo for the month. Never dull.
We watch the stars at night circle around the sky, trying to stay warm enough until the clock says it’s late enough to go to bed because 6:30 is just too early for us adults. We push for sometime after 8:30!