I'm on my way, takin' my time, but I don't know where

Well I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm goin'
I'm on my way, takin' my time, but I don't know where

("Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard", Paul Simon)

That's the ear worm of the day. We call it "Hitch Itch". Or "Tumbleweed Fever". I was thinking I'd stay here at least until April 1. Maybe longer. I do have a list of things I could be accomplishing. However, there is no arguing with Tumbleweed Fever. Today the wind picked up a lot, so I rolled up my awning. While I was there, I cleaned up the patio area, put a few things away, enjoying the sunshine, stirred by the wind, organized things in the bins, organized the compartment... before I knew it the patio area was pretty much packed.

Then I fiddled with how things need to ride, and where - I've had stuff in the drivers seat and on the windshield - and now oh gee, the motorhome is 80% packed. Which means even with a leisurely tweaking fest tomorrow, I will be driving away in a day or two.

Where am I going? Certainly NOT to the Home Driveway up in Virginia where my van awaits me.

It's waiting under 5 inches of snow.

And no, because I'd have to have the van first, I'm not going to either of the events this weekend that I would dearly love to attend.

I let work know I'm available, so they may call and give me a destination. I've been looking around on Ultimate Campgrounds for ideas. Someplace still warm, someplace pretty, someplace profitable, or at least inexpensive...

Wherever the wind blows....