If you missed days one and two of the Epic California Road Trip, here’s a quick rundown of where we found ourselves on day three. We had just driven 1000 miles, crossing the entire length of Oregon and California. I had met up and had lunch with a dear friend while the kids played Magic and romped around in a McDonald’s playland. Then we had two of our party get severely sick. We arrived in San Diego at 2:00 in the morning.

When 7:00 rolled around, much sooner than any of us would have liked, Mrs. Nomad called for a 1-day hiatus to the road trip, so we could better organize the RV, let the boys recover, and let the adults recharge their own batteries after two grueling 12-hour drives. I looked at the itinerary and saw how we could make adding a rest day work – it would mean not spending a day at the beach later, but everyone was ok with that (except Arwen. She will be a surfer girl one day, I think).

If you have to be sick and in an RV, there’s no nicer place to do it than Mission Bay RV Park.

Damian and Jakob slept all day. They honestly didn’t do a thing. I gathered up everyone’s clothes (you wouldn’t think it, but 7 people generate a LOT of laundry in just 2-3 days), and got them started at the RV park laundromat. Mrs. Nomad, Stephen, Arwen, and Baby-Kai went off in search of a grocery store and adventure.

We cleaned the RV – not that that was of any use. Three boys and a rambunctious girl meant the cab was never clean for more than a couple minutes, no matter how often we cleaned it. We got all the clothes washed. Mrs. Nomad came back with groceries and medicines to help to boys beat off their ailments. Later in the day, Arwen and I went to take pictures of Mission Bay. Valentino and Suzie came to help.

Valentino would like to remind you, he’s a lover, not a fighter.
I'm hideous! Admit it! Hideous!
I’m hideous! Admit it! Hideous!

Damian recovered quickly, but Jakob developed what seemed to be a constant aversion to anything that involved movement of any kind, which looked to be problematic given the number of theme parks I intended on visiting. Dark clouds rolled in with my mood, and when we sent everyone to bed that night, a solid patter of rain soaked the ground around us, and muddied my mood even more. It didn’t matter that the weather report was looking good for the rest of the week. I was discouraged, and desperate to not let anyone know it.

The rain ended about midnight. I went for a walk around the RV park, psyching myself up so that we’d all have fun at Sea World, no matter what happened. The moon came out to say hello, and she gave me just a wonderful, wonderful photo opportunity.

A good night portends a good day.
A good night portends a good day.

Life’s like this, she told me. It rains sometimes, but rain never lasts. It gets dark sometimes, but the moon is always going to come back. “I never worry about if I’m full, half-full, or even a sliver of myself,” she said. “I’m just happy to be here, shining on the people who love me.”

I walked back to the RV and snuggled in with the wife. The moon was right. Tomorrow was going to be a good day.



This post is Baby-Kai approved.


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