Earlier this summer, Olga, my RT Adventurous, went to the RV spa for some revitalizing treatments and beautifying. She got 2 new uber batteries. The retractable step was repaired from when I’d hit a big piece of metal in Michigan. All the tanks were cleaned and a hole in the A/C cover was found and fixed. The entire living area, including things like fridge seals, was checked. She had a wax, polish and a facial. It’s time to show her off. In addition, like my dog and me, she needs her exercise to keep fit.
It’s been a great summer, I love my city and my home. I have had a lot of fun and kept busy. Plus, I recently returned from an amazing trip to Africa. I experienced things I never would anywhere else in the world (and would return in a heartbeat) but that was a scripted trip with a detailed itinerary and was jam packed everyday.
The way I tour in my RV is the opposite type of travel- dinking around with no reservations, the route mostly dictated by whim. Sometimes I do a little planning when I am visiting people or it’s a busy area and I need a reservation. But most of my trips begin like this: “I think I’ll head to _____ for a while, I’ve never been there.” I simply get the itch. Now, it’s been a few months, probably the longest stretch that I haven’t taken her out, and I am longing to put some of those white lines behind me. I’m thinking of heading north and there’s a chance I might hook up with a friend for a couple of days. But I’m not sure and that is part of the fun.
Why this happens, I can’t explain, I just have this visceral need to go road tripping. It’s not as if my home life’s boring, but there’s nothing like sitting in the driver’s seat with great tunes on the stereo (or not), co-pilot dog (who is useless with directions), both of our heads handing out of the window and drooling on the side of the van, tooling down some back roads, headed aimlessly across new country. Maybe I feel like driving a long way, maybe it’s only 5 miles between camps. I might stay one night or 10.
One summer I decided to just zip up to Iowa for a few days. Why Iowa? Why not? I’d heard it was pretty. I was going to head up to the north east corner on the Mississippi, but barely made it across the border from Missouri, because it was such beautiful Amish country. Near or far, it’s a surprise every time.
I stay in all manner of areas, boondocking or hooking up. I don’t restrict myself to a particular sort of trip. I like people and don’t know a stranger, but sometimes I want to go solo and enjoy the solitude. That is another reason why I love RVing. No guides, groups, hotels or restaurants unless I feel like it. There is no sniffling, coughing, babbling stranger jammed up against my side, on a long plane ride to another airport and a cancelled connection. I get to choose my seat mates if I want them. Plus I have my own perfect pillows, no luggage restrictions and the dog gets to come (after that bath…) Whatever mood or inclination, this type of travel can accommodate.
So I am making my packing list and checking it twice, because it feels like Xmas, Kwanza, a Bat Mitzvah or whatever… I have big, unwrapped presents sitting in front of me, called North America, and I can’t wait to unwrap another one.