My whole post-camp travels amounted to a road trip without a pre-set destination. I've always been one for planning things out to a T, getting the dates and times of where we're going, making sure I have maps from every arrival and departure point, liking to be in charge of tickets and bookings and just generally being way OTT with organisation. It's in my nature, partially genetic I think! However, with post-camp, I was so in denial about the end of it all, so wanting to extend the experience, that departure day arrived and I had literally no idea what I was doing. I'd arranged a lift out of camp, then that wasn't quite going to work out and literally I completely made up every single thing I was doing that day, and most days after, as I did it. It took me on a complete whirlwind trip across the East and South of the USA and I wouldn't change it for the world. Just goes to show that disorganisation can be a good thing sometimes
