This is another in an occasional series of blog posts commenting on impending retirement.

My wife and I seem to thrive on travel challenges. We’ve cleared two of them so far with our new fifth wheel: our break-in trip across town to a fully equipped RV park and then a three-night stand at another RV park in Albuquerque, N.M.

Now comes another test, which is even more challenging yet.

We’re taking our RV to the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex. It’s farther than Albuquerque — by about 110 miles.

What’s more, it involves negotiating more treacherous traffic conditions. We’ve only mapped out our route vaguely at this point, but we figure it’s going to take us down the Central Expressway, aka U.S. Highway 75. We’ll need to figure out a way to plan it so we arrive when there’s relatively little traffic.

I think we can do that.

We’re going to scout out an RV park. We’ll be able to do all the things we’ve done already on our first two outings. In fact, we’re getting pretty good at setting up and taking down our site.

We high-five each other pretty regularly when we’re able, for instance, to hitch our beastly 3/4-ton pickup to the fifth wheel. The plumbing? No sweat. Getting our RV level? Piece of cake.

It’s the traffic that might give us a bit of heartburn. Yes, we negotiated the Interstate 40/25 interchange in Albuquerque — aka the Big I — with little trouble. The Central Expressway, not to mention Interstate 35E, are another matter.

But …

Here’s the really good news.

Awaiting us at the other end of this next journey will be our little angel, Emma Nicole, who just turned 7 months old, and of course her family — Dad (our son), Mom and her two big brothers.

Ain’t life grand?