A simple ibuprofen taken in the middle of the night cured most of the soreness, and seeing the first light of day cured most, if not all, of the fears. It always amazes me how the human brain can worry itself silly about irrational fears and yet not worry enough about rational ones. I don't normally worry like this, but since I'm living on the edge financially, there's no room for mistakes. But not having money is part of the adventure and makes things more interesting.
I spent yesterday moving stuff into a small storage unit, which would normally be no big deal, but since it had to go into the back of my FJ and the unit was several miles away, the several trips and doing laundry managed to take all day. The main part of the ordeal was trying to decide what I would need in my little trailer and not take more than that. I've done this enough that I know how easy it is to take things you don't really need. A big box of really nice books went to the library donation box.
|Yucca seed pods|
Anyway, most people would be excited to be getting a new rig, and I am, but I tend to worry about things I can't do, and mechanical stuff is one of those things I can't do. An older 1986 trailer kind of worries me, though I don't know why, as it's had good care. Actually, pulling a trailer has always worried me, but I'm hoping since this one's so small (13 feet), it will be easy. We're supposed to get 40 mph winds today and tomorrow, so I hope it doesn't blow away (an example of an irrational fear).
I was planning on camping around Moab, but since I realized it's Jeep Safari (Moab's busiest week), I may head off to the Green River Desert. And off to a new life!