The End of Summer

You'd think I'd have this all down pat by now. But I don't.
I am packing my little wheelie carry-on for our upcoming trip to Montreal and then Nova Scotia. Kevin & I will come back from Nova Scotia and two days later, I'll be leaving for Africa with my girlfriend Karen. I'll be using the battered old backpack that I am also packing right now.
I feel like I'm on a multiple personality reality show.
Look! See the first persona try to pack groovy French city clothes for Montreal for her whirly 11-day stay in the city with her husband. The second woman needs comfy fleece & gore-tex for hanging out with Mary & Robert in their new Nova Scotian world that will include tromping about beaches and windy hikes and the Celtic Colours music fest.
And then there is the backpacker woman. She's dumping all her old cotton pants, beat up T-shirts and Tevas into the pack while trying to squeeze in the sleeping bag and Therma-rest. Is it quite mad for a 47 year old woman to go on an overland camping trip for 3 weeks? Especially when the average age for these things is around 19? Probably. Oh well...