No Work, No Rules

Rule #1 for the retired vagabond life is there are no rules…about where you need to be and when. Case in point: Was hoping to make it to my brother’s house north of Tampa today but bad weather rolling into their area gave me an excuse (not that I needed one) to cut today’s leg short and park it for the night.

Wal-Mart has been the freeloading, er, boondocking site of choice when en route to somewhere, but apparently the bad side of RVers continued long enough to where Wal-Marts are beginning to ban overnight parking across the country. Cabelas and Cracker Barrels offer good alternates (better in some ways, less so in others). Tonight Tamasté is spending the night in the rear lot of a Cracker Barrel in Valdosta, Georgia to wait the passing of the storm for a safer arrival tomorrow.

Can’t complain with 62 degrees outside and a homestyle meal (and yes, I escaped the deadly grip of their desserts…even the warm pecan pie with salted nut caramel ice cream on top…barely). Good Tamasté, good Gary.