Completely empty! No Veuve Clicquot on ice, no bite-sized caviar snacks... no toiletpaper! We needed supplies. Luckily the brains of the operation had insider information, the local supermarket Giant is open 24/7 and is just up the road... he was wrong. To get to Giant you need to walk one and a half miles (what the heck is a mile anyway) down Circleville Road till it meets Blue Course Drive, turn left, continue for another half a mile further and then it's on the left. This little excursion took us a little over half an hour and after an extra hour of ambling up and down various aisles in our zombie-like state, struggling to multiply all the dollar prices by 8, we left with all the essentials; laughing cow cheese wedges, crackers, dish-washer tablets, frozen pizza, tinned tuna, and yes ... toilet paper. Obviously we were on fine form because we had no plates to wash, no tin opener and no baking trays. The cheese and crackers would have to do.
On the way home we walked on
the bicycle path and although its scenic and rather lovely we were now laden with baggage again and it had started to rain. Just as my grumbling and whining turned supercritical (ask a nuclear engineer - that's a bad stage!) we saw the first of America's little gems ... magical, sparkly, exquisite fireflies - glowing unpredictable dots all around, amazing - enough to make you believe in faeries.It was enough to get me home in a great mood where we showered, snacked and prepared for bed...
For our first nights rest we had come well prepared with a blow up camping mattress and... oh dear...
We hadn't quite got so far as to think about bedding so with no pillows, sheets or blankets we had to make do with a South African flag, some now wet towels, and a couple of rolled up jerseys. Shear sleep deprivation was enough to make up the difference. We were lights out squatting in our bedroom and it was heavenly.
Day one was over. Tomorrow we were to start building our new lives.
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