Last night proved to be another sleepless night. After not being able to locate a camp ground that we felt was reasonably priced in order to use the earth beneath our tires, we settled on a gated neighborhood with a street possessing as few houses as possible.
The drizzle had become a down pour and we suffered a leak in one of the roof vents over Ben's bunk. We awoke to his blanket and pillow catching a fair amount of water and decided we had to begin our day much earlier than we had anticipated. Our first stop was a cafe to get our morning cup of coffee and tending to our bodily needs. Then, we made for a gas station with a large enough clearance for us to drive the camper out of the rain and where we began to duct-tape the loose jams that were allowing condensation to drip through. Afterwards, we then headed to a hardware store to make copies of the truck and camper's keys.
I've never been a morning person, but when your entire life is inside a mobile home, utilizing all the hours of the day becomes essential. From finding edible food, to repairs, to visiting a destination, to hunting down a decently-priced laundromat; there's always a sense of urgency. Interestingly enough, the urgency hasn't brought on stress as much as it brings therapeutic relief - the same relief one feels as he crosses out a To-Do List.
As we finish the last of our errands, we made a few stops to take some pictures and now have sought refuge in a library.