No destination.

The strangest thing is the journey with no destination. The no plan.

At home, in our real lives, we fly through each day trying to get the most done. Like a race from morning to night. My farmer boy has three to-do lists going most of the time: A today list, a short term list and a longer term list. I race around from one thing to the next, housework, making, baking, taking, picking up and dropping off. We always have something we should be doing and somewhere we should be going. A plan.

But this journey will take some getting used to. Six months with a car and a caravan. Driving, exploring, seeing, camping...no place to go, no place to be.

We hitch up the caravan, we jump in the car, we drive. We stop at playgrounds, for tea breaks and meals, or if we see something we'd like to see a bit closer.

There is no are we there yet because we don't have a there.

A couple of days after we set off, we'd been driving for a while when Miss Pepper asked why we were going to so many places and where would we be at the end? That's what the caravan adventure is, we told her for want of a better answer, going to lots of places and seeing lots of things.

Will we leave here today and head off or tomorrow? Will we go to Adelaide or skip it? Will we drive for a whole day or half? Will there be op-shops? playgrounds? markets? other kids? Will we have a bbq for dinner or tacos?

Who knows?

No plans.

Only adventures.

Happy weekending folks. Hope there are lots of adventures for you too.