I made reservations at a trailer park owned by the Christian Trinity Broadcasting Network, but when I arrived and saw the sprawl of trailers bathing in the multi-megawatt transmissions of TBN's cloud scraping antennae tower, I got a hard case of the heebie jeebies and moved on. Searching for a less creeepy location, I squandered the better part of the day sweating in the truck, doing wide u-turns in shopping center parking lots and getting very lost. It was a frustrating and nearly fatal episode.

I noticed the truck and trailer seemed hard to brake. Jumping out at a stop light, I found that the electrical cable between the trailer and the truck had gotten tangled and was loose. I cleared the snag, reconnected the cable and drove away. A few minutes later I was on the highway doing 75 mph behind a heavy construction truck. To my right a pickup was trying to merge into my lane, not noticing that I was pulling a trailer. I glanced over at him, caught his attention and pointed behind me. He slowed but as I turned to face forward again I was aghast to see that the heavy truck I was following had it's brake lights on and was hardly moving. I jammed on my brakes and prepared for impact. There was an immediate answering shriek from the trailer as the magentic brakes on all four wheels locked up and a spine jouncing shudder as my Tundra's ABS system kicked in. Every ounce of my being and braking power went into stopping my rig.

Somehow I did not smack into the back of the big construction truck. Traffic picked up and at the next exit I pulled off the highway and into the parking lot of a Best Western Hotel. I took a leak and then spent an hour clearing trash and compost out of the truck, sorting through papers and getting organized. Near death experiences often put me in the mood to clean. I was thinking about how lucky my fix at the stop light had been. If the trailer brakes had not been hooked up I could not have stopped in time - and that would have been a very nasty fate for me and several other drivers besides.

I decided to stop flailing and ask the universe for what I wanted. Somehow a reference to Broward County's TY park caught my attention. I called and reserved a campsight and discovered it had most everything I needed - centrally located between upcoming shows and only 15 minutes from clothing optional Haulover beach, low key administrators, sylvan and shady ambiance, showers, laundry, a flat spot for yoga, french canadians, great rates and interesting neighbors like Tom the landscape architect and fellow naturalist.

Its amazing how easy things become once we get clear about our desires. Struggle may be essential for clarity, but I'd like to get clear sooner rather than later. Turning trauma into adventure and getting adept at sculpting life's energy - that's my gig.