I dreamed last night that the campsite I’m in turned to solid mud in the rain, two inches deep, and that Zelda ran out of the van door and straight into the mud, sinking in and leaving footprints all over it. I immediately objected, super frustrated because even though I’m supposed to have water at this campsite, it’s not at all clear to me where I find said water. There’s no hook-up within reach, not unless I had incredibly long hoses. No hook-up that’s obvious, anyway.
So she was muddy and I was upset, because I knew I’d never get her clean, and there was going to be mud all over the van, and although I’ve gotten used to being dirty, I’ve never really accepted it. I still hate it, especially when the van is dirty and it feels like there’s no escape from the dirt.
And then I woke up and it hadn’t rained, the sun was shining and there was no mud. Isn’t it strange how happy one can feel about something that one would totally have taken for granted in other circumstances? Without that dream, it would never have occurred to me to be glad that the ground was solid. I would have been mentally grumbling about the traffic — my campsite is across from a busy road, so even though there’s a line of trees mostly blocking the road from view, I’m again listening to a lot of traffic noises. But I don’t mind now, because at least it’s not traffic noises in the mud.
The part about the water is true, though. When I got here yesterday, I was mystified, but also much too tired after a really long day of driving to deal with going back up to the front and finding someone to help me. I’m not sure what I’m going to do. There are plenty of empty spaces, so I could go talk to someone at the front and maybe move to another site, but I could also just go without water hook-ups for a few days.
I’ve gotten pretty good at coping with water scarcity from all my driveway camping — water hook-ups are more of a luxury than a necessity for me — but I’m paying for the water so I sort of feel like I should have it. Paying a lot, too — provincial parks in Canada are not cheap, even with the exchange rate. On the other hand, I’m tired and unmotivated and don’t speak French. For the moment at least, I think I will survive without water.
But I will survive without water in Quebec! Where people speak French! Yesterday’s French adventures included a confusing stop at a gas station where the pump didn’t work and the messages on the screen were all in French, and then a confusing stop at a CostCo where my debit card didn’t work. In both places, the cashiers spoke perfect English once I made my confusion clear, so it’s not like I faced any true challenges, but it was rather fun. I like feeling lost in another country. It adds another layer to being tired, though — when I finally made it to my campsite, I really just didn’t have the energy left to have another confusing encounter.
I believe that this campground is next to an historic Quebec village. No dogs allowed, but I might leave Z in the van for a while and go wander around for a while. I’d feel okay about doing that, because it was 53 degrees this morning and is still only in the 60s. 53! I was too cold to get out of bed, because it hadn’t remotely occurred to me that I might want to run the heat. But it makes me really happy to be so chilly. Autumn is on its way, yay! I love Serenity, but I love her best when she’s not an oven.
But before I do that, I’m going to write for a while. Real words. Fiction words. Yesterday’s long drive (pretty close to eight hours, including two stops for gas, one dog walk, and one quick CostCo visit for Canadian blueberries) was rich with imaginings. My only problem is that I had good ideas for so many stories that I’m not even sure where to begin. It’s a lovely problem to have.
Tracie Lynne Hall said:
Sounds nice. I tried the website to see if I could learn where your water is, but it’s not too informative. Maybe I was on the wrong website though–the campsite is on the banks of the Saint-François River? Maybe that’s where your mud is. 🙂
It is on the banks of a river! And I bet there’s both mud and water down there. 🙂 But my water should be a faucet on a post somewhere within reach of a hose from the van. My next door neighbors left, so I might wander over to their spot and see if it’s a double-faucet on their post and maybe we should have been sharing.
Tracie Lynne Hall said:
I bet there *is* (mud and water). Or if you don’t mind a little chlorine, you could carry your bucket to that pool. 🙂
Maybe near the base of some tree? For some reason they are hard to spot when in that location.
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Sooo enjoy your writing. It’s as if you’ve peeked into my own mind and heart to learn the language to use. Your imaginings are framed and expressed to best activate my “inner movie” app. I’ve reached the last of your novels (Magic), and when I’ve finished it, I’ll pull down your short stories.
Thank you for sharing your worlds and wonder.
Oh, thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying them!!
Beautiful space… picnic table and all!! And 53 degrees to boot! Whoa… LOL I love it! We’re still in the high 70’s to low 80’s here. But it’s cooler here than in Bakersfield where we spent the last 4+ hours. But we had a very nice lunch so dinner will be light tonight. Good luck with your writing… nice to have so many ideas. Maybe you could create a file with all of these free association ideas listed.
Oh, I’ve got one. Extensive! It’s fun to look at some times and be reminded of the ideas I’ve forgotten. And other times I just think, so many ideas, so little time!
Yay, welcome to my province! I think the historic village is worth checking out, but I’ve actually never been. Enjoy! 🙂
I’ve not been yet — some new people with dogs moved in next door, so if I leave Z alone, she’s going to happily spend all her time barking at them out the window. She would enjoy it, but they would probably not be thrilled. But from the outside, it looks like a nice place.
Since I’ve loved all your books I am happy to read that ideas are flowing! Bodes well for future reading pleasure!
I’m very much enjoying the short story I’m working on and I hope other people will, too. And sooner rather than later!
Bonnie Mac said:
I grew up in Quebec, an English person, but you are right- it always did feel to me a little like another world. I now live by the beautiful St. Lawrence, near Upper Canada Village, in the small hamlet of Ingleside. Beautiful scenery and lots of camping around here as well. I drive the Long Sault Parkway as often as I can.. I am just finishing off your “The Gift of” series. I have really enjoyed them – your characters are very “real” and they seem more like friends to me now, so I hope you will go back to them from time to time.
I’m glad you’ve liked them! And yes, I have every intention of writing more in Tassamara. I am going to work on my other series first — people have been waiting a long time to know what happens next — but I’ve got definite story ideas in mind for future Tassamara series. (Noah’s got a brother, after all, who’s just as skeptical as he is, maybe even more so!)
Bonnie Mac said:
That would be great and thereis Kenzi and her brothers as well, even Matt who lost his wife could always find a new love wife now his wife’s ghost is at peace. There are also tons of open possibilties for those who come to work at “Special Affairs. I am looking forward to your new series as well. Enjoying your camping!