After driving almost three thousand miles (Florida to Michigan to Maryland) we made it to Cherry Hill Park in Maryland. This resort is a well kept park nestled in the middle of an urban sprawl, surrounded by the hustle bustle of Beltsville and College Park (just outside Washington D.C.) the park finds the heart of quietude and offers every amenity, and then some, to the campers that pull in.
First things first. I took a job here work camping. For those of you who might not know what that is, it's an agreement between an Employer (usually a campground, but not always) and me, a full time RV'er, who tries to find a place to work for the summer or winter months, wherever there is need, and that delicious seventy degree weather. I happened to land this job in the summer of 2023 and committed then.
When getting settled in a new, foreign to me and Maria, place, there's a number of questions that we have. Where is the nearest Aldi? Where's the nearest gas station that carries the things we might need from them? Where is a local Target or, I hate even saying it, Wally World (which is my very last resort)? And, last but not least, where's the nearest Plasma Center where I can replenish my money, a side hustle I do to save gas money that I use to fuel the Mothership?
I found two thirds of those places, all within two miles from the park, and have already frequented them. I have also jumped headlong into the job, a cook job at the campground's Capitol Cafe. To acclimate to a work camping job requires a person to be open minded, be able to work with a diverse array of individuals and personalities, and survive by finding the right place to fit. I manage, and kind of love the stress that visits me prior to starting each gig, each season. Don't let the angst in some of these words fool you, I was made for this, and with the right mind set, anyone can do it!
Some might think that Work Camping, and full time RV life sounds like a lot, and I'm not going to lie or downplay, it is. There is arm's length list of things to do, think about, and take action on with every move Maria and I make as we travel. There's a lot of planning to get to the location, and hurdles, like the one we had in Michigan, a cracked oil pan, that needed fixed before we could move on. Our life, our home, and everything we own, is stored, right here, on six tires, and when the Mothership breaks, so does our mental state, for a little bit, until it's repaired. While settling into a new job, balancing writing day to day, and this great park, another leak developed...yes...repair... more moving, and adapting which I'll write about next time on this blog. Join me, and thanks for reading.
Sincerely,
Tim Eagle
Tim Eagle is an author of the novellas Stolen Seed, Life Ship, and the Vasectomus Collection. He lives full time, on the road, with his wife, Maria and their dog, Cocoa. He grew up in Michigan and is inspired by the dysfunction, insanity, and nepotism of rural America. His books are available on Amazon, godless and this site timeaglefiction.com Thanks for reading, tune in next week for more...
