I am exhausted. I only worked five hours today but after not working for 7 months it feels like I have worked a 40 hour week.
Tomorrow I work four hours and then I am off until Wednesday when my job is to help with "clam chowder", whatever that means. I think it means I ladle clam chowder into bowls for those in the park wanting a free lunch, but you just never know. Certainly they can't mean I have to make the chowder!
I am here, in Lincoln City, for four and a half months and I still think it will be my easiest workamping job to date.
But for now, my days of total freedom are over and my body is rebelling.