Starting two weeks before each trip, I enter a dark period: no TV except the Russian satellite service I get, only one daily newspaper (vs. the four I read daily), cancel Netflix, no phone calls except those related to the trip, no more entertainment or socializing, etc. To all intents and purposes, the trip starts now. On Thursday, I will pull out of storage the hundreds of items I will take on the trip and then, next Monday or so, set up about 14 stations around my home and start packing, one item at a time. Anticipating this, last night I allowed myself one last TV movie (the only thing I watch on TV) and, as luck would have it, The African Queen was playing. How ironic, I thought, because that kind of is like what these road trips are all about (without the romance, unless you want to call my relationship with my dogs a romance of sorts, which it is). Watch the movie and you will get some sense of life on one of these trips. Maybe I'll christen (or whatever a more secular word is) the Defender "The Alaskan King" for this trip.
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