Temporary Home

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Welcome to Poinsett, South Carolina! We will begin our coverage on our new abode tomorrow!

Home sweet home.  If it has pancakes.  Or home sweet home can be anywhere we park this Big Blue Treat Wagon.  And if it has been able to drive there in order to park, well, then it’s a very good day.

Since we were in that Jacksonville, Florida for quite a few months, we got kind of used to being parked. Girl Person says that people call that “nesting”.  Well, I am certainly not a bird and I don’t eat like a bird and I don’t have a bird brain.  Although, I wouldn’t complain if I did because I actually think that they are pretty smart.

But that nesting thing kind of got us in trouble.  Not kinda. It did.  We got used to where to buy our groceries, and not needing directions and letting that Depression Monster get us again.  When we started back on the road, we realized how much we enjoyed moving around.  But even things that you enjoy sometimes are hard.  Like the grocery thing.


You probably are used to your own grocery store. You know where things are, how much they are and who works there.  But imagine if you were somewhere new every week and you had to go to a new store every week.  Maybe they had your favorite maple syrup, and maybe they didn’t. Sometimes, you may laugh about it, but then sometimes, you really want your maple syrup and there is nothing you can do.

Or maybe, just maybe, you like a certain campground, but perhaps not the one that gave you a heaping mess of poison ivy.  And you have to leave, but you don’t want to.  The thing is, maybe there is another campground that you may like just as much. But you don’t know it yet.  And that’s why I like our temporary homes.

It’s easy to get used to things being the way they are and forget that outside of our own comfort zones, they are not the same.  Different radio stations, TV stations, persons, roads, stores….the list goes on and on. Girl Person says that it’s easy to rely on conveniences. But are we self reliant enough that if those conveniences went away that we would survive?


The bottom line on my grilled pancakes is that really all of us have a temporary home, even if we have been there all our lives. Things change.  People come in and come out of our lives whether by choice or not.  We have really good times, and not good times.  But never get so used to how things are that we don’t remember they can change over night.

I have heard that the more money you have, the more you spend.  But when you travel like us, you think about every little thing. You don’t know the next time you will be able to go grocery shopping, or how far away the store will be.  So you don’t waste as much.  If you don’t have full hookups to wash dishes inside for a week, you wash them outside just in case.  If you have hot water in a campground shower, you savor it, but more than likely it is not going to last long.  And all of this may seem like a hassle.  But it certainly makes you appreciate what you took for granted all of your life.

And you hopefully will never forget them, even if your circumstances change.

Our circumstances change us, mold us, shape us.  Let it be in a good way. We all have to appreciate our temporary homes that are now.

Won’t you join us in South Carolina this week? We have a lot to show you.  Now.  About that maple syrup…

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Don’t Get Carried Away

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. There’s a lot of things I get carried away with. Being handsome. Being perfect. Being demanding. Arresting. Arresting. Arresting.

But the last week in this Georgia place, we almost gotten carried away. Literally. Have you ever been so uncomfortable and in so much turmoil that you just wanna jump into the shower because you just want to wash away your day? But then you remember that the showers at camp are prison showers. And you just say, never mind? Yeah.

First of all, Girl Person started itching. Itching on her feet. On her head. And everywhere else. Poison. Dern. Ivy. She had to take two showers a day. And then we started getting bugs all over us. Ticks and flies and it all. So we had to get three baths a day. There wasn’t enough soap to wash away our attitude. Because it was hot. Humid. The air conditioning was struggling. And so was our resolve to be model campers.

Sure. We like to be proper. Not make a scene. To at least pretend we are enjoying the day with poison ivy and yellow flies in 100 degree heat. But when the ants came out? We tried to laugh about it. But then, we didn’t. We almost got carried away.

Every time Girl Person would put down her backpack, they would try to carry it off. Despite the fact there was nothing but water inside, they didn’t care. They wanted a home inside. And then they tried to get everyone’s shoes. And chair. And bikes. And well. Girl Person had had. It. With a sound so not of a happy camper, she told the ants that maybe they would stop if she put the backpack in the washer. She said “How do you like that? Well? Bite me again on my poison ivy feet and you will be as clean as an ant at a spa. And there ain’t no spa for ants.” So I didn’t get it.

Girl Person carried that backpack to the washer, as they bit her arm and she just had had it.

Again. She put in the soap. She looked at her backpack. She looked at her dinosaur swollen feet and speckled legs and arms and she sighed.

“Get out of this backpack, folks. No spa is worth your life. I’m giving you a chance. Surrender. Go away. Tell all your friends you drove a happy camper with poison ivy to insanity by biting her. Tell all your friends it was a good party on her dinosaur legs. Do whatever you have to do. Just. Scram”.

They seemed to listen. Rather well. And Girl Person felt ok about her decision not to take them to the spa. But then, right as she loaded the backpack in the washer, there he was. One Lone Ranger.

And he was now inside the washer. The water was about to come on. Girl Person felt so bad she reached inside and so nicely put him on her speckled arm to get him out. And. He. Bit. Her.

Now. If you’ve ever seen someone yell at an ant and a washing machine pouring water all over her, you have a story to tell. If not, I implore you to picture Girl Person and her poison ivy, dinosaur legs and her unhappy camper attitude as she’s yelling at aforementioned ant. And then imagine you’re her camping neighbor. And you wonder why you picked that spot. And right when that person reaches her breaking point, you decide to turn up your radio real loud.

And you see that the Girl Person stops and starts laughing instead of crying. And she looks even crazier. And you decide to change the channel. And she starts cackling even harder. And you just close your eyes.

You see, we’ve all got some crazy waiting to come out. What can push you over the edge and make you question every decision you’ve ever made? Maybe an ant. Or a million. Maybe the heat in Georgia. Maybe it’s a battle with poison ivy. But can you recognize the humor? Or do you let it keep you down?

Don’t get carried away with feeling sorry for yourself. There’s no way to make things better stuck in the same place. You can stop. Drop. And roll. But pull it together. And make what you need to happen…happen. It’s up to you. We are leaving Georgia today. Yeah. That’s happening. It’s been fun.

If the RV starts today after a battle with a 140 pound battery, we are on the road!

Stay tuned!

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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