Tomorrow is Another Day

Jill's Journal: See how itty-bitty that picnic table looks at the bottom center of this snapshot? The gorgeous redwood trees in our new campground absolutely dwarf everything else. We are ensconced in an absolutely lovely place in Felton, California. It wasn’t where we planned to head today, but sometimes you just have to roll with the punches. Ninety-nine percent of the time, we have an absolute ball traveling. But every now and then, we have a day when it feels like traveling is no fun. Today was one of those days.

Our two youngest children were crabby little monsters for no apparent reason. It poured rain for what feels like the 873rd consecutive day, with no projected break in sight. And we moved for the first time in that rain (which ranks up there with dental work for pure enjoyment purposes).

Our destination was a campground in the Santa Cruz area and after the stress of negotiating too-narrow streets with a big rig, we arrived to find it was a bit, um, unsavory. We said thank you very much and quickly headed to a different campground, negotiating even worse streets and far too much traffic and crabby children and the pouring rain. Let’s just say the second campground was even worse and we moved on again. That’s how we ended up in Felton, about five miles or so away from Santa Cruz.

On the bright side, we survived and the crabby kids are in bed. And, if that’s the worst day we have traveling, we’re doing just fine. It’s still raining and it’s cold, very cold, but we’re eager to explore. And sometimes you’ve just got to have a not-so-fun day to truly appreciate all the good ones. Tomorrow is another day, a fresh start.