Escaping Before the Storm’s Grip

This entry is part 2 of 5 in the series Debby Downer: My Existential Vacation Through A Tropical Depression

Debby Downer: My Existential Vacation Through A Tropical Depression

The Unexpected Arrival of Debby
Escaping Before the Storm’s Grip
Existential Reflections on Tropical Depression
Reality as a Subset of Dreaming
The Debby-cation Silver Lining

After a restless second night we decided it was time pack up our mobile hotel and move it somewhere more peaceful. We ended up heading inland and north. . . to Yogi’s Jellystone Park-Resort. Was it cliche? Yes. Was it. . . campy? Indeed, it was. However, all the warnings dropped off our phones, and the day we arrived was sunny. It was the first time we could actually relax. Whew. Our pup was allowed in most of the places as long as he didn’t get squirrely; he just wasn’t allowed in the pools/pond. Fair enough, he could still visit the creek and the river, the rec room, the activity room, and the general store.

In the wee hours of the night (technically the next day), Debby arrived. By now, she was just a “tropical depression” which translated to “a LOT of rain” pouring down as she slogged across the sky at 6mph. It took all day. All day, we pretty much sat in the RV. Our “no electronics” policy was lifted, as we both stumbled into a new game to play on our phones. Note to self: If the dog goes out in the rain to do his business, the RV will smell like wet dog when he returns. Awesome.

Finally, for the last two days of our 7 day vacation, we got two amazing, sunny, days. We swam at the pool (with our baby in her floater and no life guards), we ran around with our dog, we played overpriced video games and air hockey, we met some of the seasonal folks who showed us around the park in their golf cart, we met Yogi and Cindy bear, we had ice cream and we drank wine at sunset on the bank of the river (which was about 4 feet further inland than when we arrived, but hey, not judging!). VACATION!! WOOOOOOO!!