March On

I'm so pleased to have spent two months in Sebastian as nostalgia has hit and I've been humming "Thanks for the Memory" as I pedal the neighborhoods. Unfortunately, I can't recall how I first found the Sebastian Inlet Marina camp where it all began about a decade ago. Yet the kind people, fun conversations, stunning sunsets, wildlife on land and sea, beach treasures, and bike journeys are deep-seated. 

I had delusions at the start of the season that I would have hours to sit and do memoir writing; somehow, this has barely occurred. Since feeling like this is my "farewell tour" to my winter home base, I have been consciously spending time out and about. While the town population is still under 30,000, it's not only the overdevelopment of the area that's disconcerting, it's the culture change. 

February flew by, but March has been an exhausting month of taxes, additional IRS absurdity, and other people's angst, alongside hours spent plotting travel on a tight budget. Honestly, I think this indoor, connected life is highly overrated.

In a few days I begin my last stop before stepping onto the auto train. I'll be camping near the Sebastian River without electricity or wifi or much that I can do about the to-do list. I'm looking forward to living outdoors again as I prep for the journey north, and a busy spring and summer.