Our mail is sitting at a campground 260 miles away because that's where we're supposed to be right now. Since we have no idea how long we'll be stuck here in this area waiting for the truck to be fixed, I'm afraid to have our mail forwarded either here or to next week's campground because the US mail doesn't travel quickly when it has already been delivered once. And we don't even know when we're going to be able to get out of here to get to the next campground. The upshot of that is, we're going to make a 520 mile round trip drive to pick up our mail today. Gah.
I'd much rather be doing a "we're going sightseeing trip".
1 comment:
no more complaining from me as I make the mail check trek a few houses down to the communal mailbox.
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