I’m Back at the Campground - and Someone is Cooking Bacon!

13 Jun, 2026

Yesterday, I checked out of the hotel and came back to the campground.

The storm that passed thru the evening before must have been stronger than I thought. There were twigs and small branches scattered throughout my campsite.

I imagined the sound of all that tree debris thunking on the roof of my van… if I had been at the campground instead of choosing the hotel.

My 2 night stay turned into 3…

I went to the hotel for a couple of days to escape the heat and humidity for a bit.

There was a potentially bad storm front passing thru on the day I was supposed to go back to the campground.

I don’t like storms when I’m in the van - especially when the weatherman says there could be tornadoes, hail, and high winds that could bring down trees and such.

I decided to stay another night at the hotel.

But getting to that decision wasn’t quick. It was also agonizing.

Why is choosing comfort over stress so hard?

I had enough reward points for a free night.

But maybe I should save that free night for another time.

Maybe the weatherman is wrong. It’s not unheard of!

What if I stay and there is no storm?

What if I go and there’s a bad storm?

Why do I do this to myself?!?

When my brain is in overload…

It’s best to just walk away from the chaos.

So I did.

With a fresh mind, I saw my struggle more clearly. Deep down, I knew what to do. But on the surface, I had to be 110% right - and I couldn’t risk making the wrong choice.

So I over-analyzed it - picking it apart over and over until all that was left was confusion and frustration.

Boiling it down to the root, I wasn’t trusting myself.

Trusting myself isn’t always an easy thing for me - but I’m working on it.

Once I listened to myself…

Semi-sorta-trusting what I already knew to be true, I chose comfort over stress and called the front desk to extend my stay.

My entire body instantly relaxed.

Looking back, if I had not stayed that extra night, I would have been at the campground during the storm, white-knuckling it in the van.

I found out later from my neighbor that lightning actually struck the campground. Their TV plug-in was melted. They said it was LOUD 😮

Sometimes you really do know what to do.

This morning is perfect…

After a great night’s sleep, this morning it’s 65 degrees and sunny. The high humidity is gone and the smell of breakfast is wafting thru the campground as the weekend campers make their morning meal.

I wonder who’s cooking bacon and if they know it’s permeating the campground, making me want bacon!!

Until next time,
Connie 🌼

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