So while enjoying my natural surroundings, it was inevitable that Nature herself would come calling. Yes, I needed to go pee. I didn't want to risk making it back to the Inn so I stopped at the Campground bathroom and found the door locked with an entry code required-
Now what? I saw a lone camper picking up his gear and decided to see if he knew the code for me to access the facility. I approached him and said "Good Morning, do you happen to have the code for the bathroom because I am staying down the street and don't think I'm gonna make it". He didn't think he did but checked his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with the code---YES!!!! Of course, by now, I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore. It's a fairly common occurrence for me. Not sure if it has anything to do with menopause (aka life destructor) or not. Ladies that are around my age may be able to relate. Maybe not. Might just be me. Anyway, we started talking and I was really interested in learning more about my new friend. He was traveling by motorcycle and completing a trip pretty much across the entire USA (like 8000 miles). He was then going to have his bike sent to London where he would pick "her" up and continue his journey all across Europe. I was a little jealous of this open road adventure and told him so. He was also writing a book! He is 66 years old and finally living his dream. I was already inspired by him and had only spent 5 minutes in his presence. He was a former Green Beret in the Army and had served during Vietnam. He told me about things he experienced during that time of his life that haunt him every day. I got teary eyed and told him I couldn't imagine what he had gone through. I realize now that I don't think I said "Thank You for your service". As a retired Military Medic, I sometimes forget to say Thanks to those that served before or alongside me. So Rick, if you are reading this, THANK YOU for your sacrifice not only during your time of service, but even now as you carry internal wounds that no one can see.
In the course of about 30 minutes we bonded and became friends. I told him I would be with him in spirit EVERY day of his journey and would include him in my morning prayers. I wanted him to know that he wasn't going to be alone on the road. We exchanged email addresses and hugs and I asked if I could take a picture for my website. He said "Sure". When I learned his name was Rick I told him I was gonna call him "Restroom Rick". If I didn't have to go to the bathroom, I wouldn't have stopped to bother him and we would have never met. Funny thing is, after asking him for the code, I didn't really need it. The restroom wasn't my destination, Rick was.
When Rick returned from his trip, he contacted me to share his story. We spent over an hour on the phone as I listened and took notes, reliving his adventure with him. That follow up post can be read at Restroom Rick Returns. Rick is passionate about Veterans and I am proud to stand beside him and help show support in any way I can. As a Veteran myself, I understand and appreciate the sacrifices these men and women have made in their life, for OUR life.