Today we successfully undocked, de-laked, and re-trailered the Kon-Tiki. I don't live in an area where traffic jams are common, but the next time you curse being in one you should realize that car traffic jams are nothing when compared with their marine counterpart. You don't just point a boat and steer, there's a finesse--a calling on the wind gods, a reading of the water, the wake, and the other mariners. You can't get bored on-board, in other words.
And now as she winds her way back to our driveway, the campsite is less populated and quieter--we are yangs left to flow without the push and pull of our balancing yins. Son and Dad are ferrying the boat over land, Daughter and Mom are keeping the campfires glowing. The dynamic shifts and with it we wriggle and lurch before finding our way in this new, temporary world. We grill burgers and tend the dog herd, we play cards and people watch, we turn on a movie and relax.
Tomorrow is our last full day of vacation. The boys will return, and we will have a celebratory day and night of another fine camping trip. For now, we look back on all the waves and on those thrilling first hills of the rollercoaster while appreciating the anticipation of that one last little drop, one more plunge before we round the last curve and head back to the coaster platform.
All around us are other campers--fellow travelers--all at different points on the curve. Some are just setting up, are at their nexus point. Others are well-underway or even nearing the middle, perhaps. And we are the ones who must cast an eye toward reassimilation into the real world of everyday life. Our number of days is nearly up and it is our turn to start packing up for the long trip home. One more day in these waters, then back to the home pond.
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