Arrival...again...

With an early arrival of spring this year we thought it was time to grab a few gears and start moving to the 12, again, for the third time.
Having given notice to our landlord that we WILL be moving by mid summer, it only seemed appropriate to actually do something about it.
Our past attempts have been thwarted by bad timing with the weather, disheartening damages by bandits and robbers but most of all a simple lack of preparedness. It is a huge operation, even though it's the shortest move we've ever made.
Being but an hour from our current rental refuge, we have tended to commute to the 12 to do our work there, which is a bad idea.
With the camper and the bus now set up as our summer camp at the 12, we "moved". Our arrival enthusiasm was quickly tempered by the sight of our front gates swinging in the breeze.
Robbers again, removing the hinges and dragging the gates open to grab what they could. As far as we can see it was batteries and fuel this time. Damage was minimal, so we are blessed and grateful. Obviously they needed that stuff more than we did.
Perhaps it was meant to be, as we now have a heightened need to be here. Just to keep the villans out of our property.
We have rehung the gates, leveled them with precision and chained them closed again.
Listening to the ducks and frogs as we drifted off to sleep, we realized this arrival has more meaning than ever.