Ever feel the desire for a vacation from your trip?  The magic is waning.  Hard to tell if this is just a cyclical mood thing that will pass with time, but the energy has faded.  Since Key West, I have been trying to come to terms with the shift in the trip.

I had said that the eating portion of the trip had started earlier.  But I am not sure how happy about how much that statement has come true.  Good meals – whether fine dining, fast food, or just random eats – now seem to be the highlights.

Natural sights are fewer and far in between, and worse, I don’t seem to find myself looking forward to what the next National Park will bring, but rather trepidation about the impending rain.  The weather is awesome.  Much more involved than what I would see back home or in the western deserts.  But it comes at a cost I am not very happy about paying.

I find myself mildly wishing for the rain we had in 2011.  Just solid days of predictable wet.   I know if I get it, I won’t be happy either, but the nagging thought that it might be better isn’t going away.

I am not a wet weather camper.  I could deal with it if I weren’t moving every day, but packing a wet tent is nasty.  It doesn’t help that most sites I have been to recently have been filled with biting insects and not at all close to nature.  This has driven me to staying in dive motels.  And I suspect I can tolerate it for a while longer, but enjoying it is not really a factor.

I suppose money and time are the two big factors – I’ve got 2 weeks left in the USA and spending much more than I anticipated.  Somewhat arbitrary limits of time and spending are eating into my sense of freedom.

This trip was never supposed to be about money.   Don’t go crazy, spend as necessary to get the trip done.  But since I had a figure in my head, and I am now blowing it almost every day, it’s been hard to swallow.  Combined with the list of additional expenses for Mendy that are starting to pile up and the cheap asian in me is  doing a bit of thrashing around.

The freedom from making decisions is a little bit lost.  Out west, I had more of a plan.  I knew where I wanted to go, but taking detours was more than welcome. Now that I’m in the east, I have less of an idea of what the next few days is going to bring and what to look forward to… This leads to a lot of hemming and hawing and gas stations and restaurants.

Hopefully the next few days of proper motorcycle tripping will bring things back into perspective.  And if not, maybe I should just splash out and stay somewhere nice.  Recharge the batteries.  Maybe even wash the Rallye3.