May 19, 2018
In my simple little blog I try to be politically correct and mostly non confrontational. I don’t talk much about religion or gun carry laws even though I have strong opinions on each. Today I have to vent on one of my pet peeves. I know I will make RV enemies, but I can’t help myself.
Did you know you need no special drivers license or training to drive a 40 foot motor home towing a 20 foot pickup truck. Think about that. Then think about who is driving these big rigs. The answer, wealthy, little old men and women. Yep they just retire, sell the Honda Accord and buy a big rig.
A secondary, scary fact (I kinda use fact in a Trump-yin way), most of the RVs you see with the scenic murals of National Parks and Rent me please adds, are driven by folks visiting from foreign countries. This is not part of an immigration debate. I’m talking about mostly wealthy folks driving to National Parks on their vacations. Again no training required.
Why do I care? Two reasons. One is I’ve seen some scary driving in our travels. You know the kind of drivers that never get into accidents but just leave them in their rear view mirrors. And second and equally important, the kinda of behavior that completely destroys my campground tranquility.
Which brings me to this morning. There I was sitting in my lawn chair enjoying my coffee when the beep, beep, beep of a truck in reverse combined with intermittent screech of air brakes and the rumbling of a 500 HP diesel went on for 45 minutes with the little old lady directing the little old man into the pull through campsite down the way.
Phew, time for my nap.
May 9, 2018
OK, it’s been two weeks. We sold the Evanston Condo and reunited with the Airstream in Tennessee. After a few days visiting and required Airstream maintenance we headed West. We now are in Santa Fe exploring the housing market.
It has been interesting. If you’ve been here you know all the houses are Pueblo style. Very different from vintage Evanston Condo or Colonial Revival Nashville homes. Landscaping here is minimalist desert.
It’s been unseasonably hot making it difficult to convince Leslie that central air conditioning is not a requirement even though most homes here don’t have it. Also trying to convince her that green chilies are a better condiment than mayo on a hamburger.
I have my work cut out for me.
March 12, 2018
To recap. I haven’t worked in over four years. In that time I, now we, have traveled extensively. Four major Adventures of four to six months with the Airstream. The last three years with my new life companions Leslie and Rex.
What have I learned? Well sorry, no major philosophical teachings to bestow. It is a very good life. Being lazy suits me fine. We love the travel. The non-travel times have felt mostly like just waiting to go again, catching up on Netflix and other fantasy diversions like our beloved Chicago Blackhawks.
One option that some take is going “full time”. Giving up all that doesn’t fit into the RV and becoming complete nomads. We have pondered this and I don’t think being completely rootless suits us.
So the next step for us is leaving Chicagoland and finding a new basecamp. Our Evanston home is under contract and if all goes according to plan we will soon be homeless. I will miss Evanston and friends here, just like we still miss Nashville.
Where are we going to live? We are not sure, there have been a few areas with a strong pull, mostly out West. Many practical things to consider; taxes, healthcare and weather. Then also the important stuff; mountains, rivers, oceans, wildlife and hummingbirds.
Likely options in the order of most discussed, northern New Mexico, central or coastal Oregon, western North Carolina/East Tennessee and the coast of Maine.
So today, life is stressful. What to keep? What to give away? Everything else to storage and the Airstream.
More to come.
October, 15, 2017
We spent over five weeks in Coastal Maine. The weather was perfect and there was no reason to leave.
Finally with extended rain in the forecast we headed to Nashville. The last leg of our drive seemed brutal. It could be we maxed out on driving. Going as far West as Idaho and then to Down East Maine, we put over 17,000 miles on the Touareg since May.
The Airstream is winterized and will spend the cold months in Clarksville. We are now in Evanston acclimating to large spaces again. Rex seems happy running up and down the long hallway of the condo.
Probably no posting for awhile.
September 18, 2017
My secret plan worked! Leslie is not wanting to leave Coastal Maine. We have been here over three weeks and don’t plan on leaving as long as the weather is so nice (70 during the day 50 at night). And now we have the leaf changing thing goin on.
I have not been posting much. It seems too much like bragging when our favorite places in the West are on fire and hurricanes have hurt so many.
We are hiking more and continue to enjoy our Lobster, blueberries (pies, muffins, pancakes, etc.) and Leslies new favorite, whoopie pie.
Even Rex has a new hiking stick.
August 30, 2017
It has been over three weeks since the wedding in Nashville and here we are in Bar Harbor! For those that don’t know, this is one of my favorite places. Jane and I made many trips here. I came for three years after her death before the Airstream pointed me West. I am excited to be able to show off my local knowledge to Leslie and treat her to all things Lobster and Blueberry.
It was a journey. It seemed to me that we couldn’t decide wether to race to Maine or poke along. We ended up taking our time. In hindsight we should have hurried. Not to minimize the places we have been, but there was a little too much rain and fog along the Blueridge and Skyline Parkways. If you can’t see the vistas you should at least be smelling the ocean breeze.
We enjoyed it all and now we are here.
By the way I’ve had a few comment that if I don’t post often, you don’t know where we are. I do keep The Map tab above updated with our progress and campgrounds.