To be clear, this did not just occur to me. No aha moment here. I like to look at my stuff. Even camped amongst luxury liners on wheels.

Here’s me looking at my stuff from across the way. The empty campsite was a sunny spot in the late afternoon. We also like to putz with our stuff.

This is nowhere more evident than in a campground or RV Park. The stuff varies from region to region. You might stay in a campground where most of the occupants have travel trailers that are called Toy Haulers. You could be surrounded by ATVs and motocross bikes, and serenity would be at some other campground.

Here at Gulf State Park, when not coming or going somewhere in their vehicles, people move around on foot or on bicycles. All of the trails, paved or otherwise, are non motorized. People have special baskets and carts because they take their little dogs for both walks and bike rides. But I digress about equipment.

As I move around the campground there are always men out cleaning something, or putzing with stuff.  Sometimes they’re just standing there having a cigarette or a beer and just looking at their stuff. We like to look at our stuff. We spend quality time examining our stuff. I like to watch my neighbors in this ritual when they wouldn’t think anyone was paying attention. While watching these little movies, the Mrs. sometimes comes out of the motor home or trailer and wonders over. I imagine the exchange like this; “What ya doin’ out here, hon?”

There can only be one truthful answer. The one that explains everything. “I’m looking at my stuff.”