However there been a niggling fretfulness over the last couple of days that's disturbed this state of semi-shutdown. When this post pops up we'll be in a Yellowstone campsite in our hire van that will be our home for the next six days. This will be nothing quite as fancy as Klaus the Knaus' set up. We will be using the vehicle as a tent with its back seats removed. It's because I don't fancy sleeping under campus in Grizzly territory even though I want to get a good look at those beasties from a safe distance.
Why I'm nervous is because I've never driven anything without a manual clutch before. That's a stick shift to you Northern Americans. 'Oh but it's way easier' y'all will say. You see I'm picking up some Americanisms grammatically too. What if my left foot gets tetchy doing nothing? What if I throw it into reverse by accident or press that accelerator too heavily and go flying of into a hard wall? I'm sure it will be fine, much less tricky than when I drove a six metre left hand drive motorhome on British roads for the first time. But being rational hasn't stopped that anxiety. As that book title says, there's nothing for it but to feel the fear and do it anyway. I'm sure it will be fine.