Oh, April. It’s a month that starts with one of my least favorite days of the year (April Fool’s Day) and just seems to never end. Winter’s over (more or less) and the sun is warm (more days than not) and I can hear the Harleys going through town. It’s time to get outside and enjoy the nice(ish) weather.
But the only thing I really care to do outside is drive my RZR and I can’t until the middle of May, when the ATV trails open. And we can’t open up the camper until May 1st (or in this year’s case, April 29th). For now it just sits, lonely and sad.
I’m ready to put hibernation behind me and get out there and splash through puddles and sit by the campfire, but I can’t yet. April is the longest month ever.