Those Mountains Were Not Meant To Be Carried

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. It wasn’t like I thought we would ever be back to Dade City, Florida and my tower. I thought I had climbed that enough times.

And once I left here the last time, I thought that was it. In our travels, I’ve learned that if you say goodbye to a place, most likely, you will be back.

It’s something you learn when traveling full time.

You try not to get too attached to any one place. Because you know you are going to leave. You also have to shut off your emotions a bit too. You will see many things that you wish could be changed. Many places that we went, it was hard to see the lack of caring for animals or the earth. Sometimes it was hard to see pollution or the welfare of people. Every place had its own battles. Everywhere we went, we took many of those observations to our hearts and we still carry them. We still think about them.

Like my tower that I climbed here so many times before, we can go over the same things in our minds. Over and over. Things we have done wrong. Things we would like to change. But my friends, you were meant to climb those mountains. You weren’t meant to carry them.

What I am saying is that if you can help a situation, someone or some place, do that. Make the climb! If you truly cannot, try to get help. Meet someone half way. Can they help you make that climb?

And just like I wait everyday for Boy Person to run to the tower and give me the motivation to climb up, maybe there is someone to help you too.

He doesn’t carry me. He doesn’t carry my burdens. Or the thoughts in my mind. But he motivates me. We all need motivation. We can’t always solve a problem. We certainly can’t fix the world. All we can do is try to make the climb, help, and leave it there. You can’t carry too much or you’ll never go anywhere else.

And just like my tower that I thought I would never see again, or make it to the top, oh…I did. And I left the mountains below.

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

To Sniff Out The Truth

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. There are some things that I am good at. Smiling. Sleeping. Sleeping more. Eating. I’m really good at eating.

I am also real good at smelling and smelling it up. But Sheriff Brickle outdid me this weekend.

As good as I am at smelling up a place, all places and any place, when you are camped by a dump, you come to the conclusion that will not be able to outdo the dump in that regards.

But Sheriff Brickle is always in for a bit of competition and he really outdid himself this weekend. He went above and beyond. So good in fact, that it may become an obsession.

There we were. Happy to be back at the dump because we couldn’t find a campsite anywhere else in this Florida place. We were tired from the move, but found a spot in the big field at this park in Dade City that the nice people here let us park at again.

Boy Person remarked that perhaps the air quality was not the best. But that we would be ok for a bit. Until the whiff of unpleasantness took over the Big Blue Treat Wagon unlike ever before. Sure. We had been in the high winds of Kansas. The cold winds of North Dakota. The hot winds of the desert. But this. This.

If there had ever been a chance of the Big Blue Treat Wagon being powered by an alternative fuel, this would have been the time. Because the power of Brickle’s smell was beyond any grade on a gas pump.

Boy Person almost fell off the couch. Girl Person asked if it was the dump. Boy Person said if it was, they were gonna have to move again. Now. He looked at Brickle. Brickle didn’t look back. Brickle knew that his new fragrance was to be a mystery. But this was no mystery to anyone. There was a hazardous situation in this RV. And the dump was the least of our problems. Boy Person covered his nose. No help. Boy Person covered his eyes. Which were burning. No help. He resorted to standing. Maybe the air was better up there.

But no. Nope. Nothing helped until the cloud had dissipated. But just when you think a storm is over, well, it may have a second round.

This went on much of the night. And although Sheriff Brickle felt better by morning, the persons were a bit tired. The RV had been thru a storm of Brickle. When all was smelled and done, Sheriff Brickle arrested himself.

You see, the truth of the matter is this. You may think you have a problem. You may be irritated over some little inconvenience. But is the way that you react to it a worse smell?

You may think something is worse than it actually is. Often, there is humor to be found in the negative. Most often, persons can’t do that. But if you can, that can be a breath of fresh air. We all have control over what we breathe in. We can’t control others, but we sure can let our scent of positivity be a perfume. Even at the dump.

Deputy Digby Pancake