There is something about the first camping trip of the year that feels like opening a long-shut window. The air moves differently. The world feels a little wider. After the months we have had, with repairs and travel and that quiet kind of tired that settles into the corners of a home, it felt right to slip away a few weekends ago for a weekend and let Jordan Lake hold us for a while. The sky held that early season warmth that suggests summer is on its way, but not quite ready yet. Levi hopped into the RV with his usual certainty, already thrilled for the adventure ahead. In truth, he was not wrong.
Before we even pulled out of the driveway, the RV had a whole list of opinions to share. The kitchen faucet had blown out again, and this time we could see a three-inch crack running along the back of it. It was the kind of damage that made perfect sense after the harsh New Mexico winters. It had already failed once out there and had been patched with JB Weld before I left, so seeing it give up a second time was not exactly surprising, just inconvenient.
