The sun peaks over the tall thicket of pines and through the morning haze. This is Skidaway Island. The fella across the path is preparing his boat for fishing or maybe he is going out on the water to look for birds in the nearby estuary. Me? I’m headed to the showers. With the trailer’s water supply out of commission until the replacement valve arrives, I have joined the unwashed masses; literally.
Yesterday we camped in Columbia SC. One trailer stood out from all the manufactured vinyl or aluminum boxes on wheels. Tucked into a closely wooded site was a tiny house on a rolling frame. With a peaked roof, wide board siding and the smallest of dormers it was clearly the effort of some soul unwilling to choose the well beaten path at least in this matter. Hail to you thou creative creature asserting your primal self. WooHoo!