All my life as a journalist- for more than three decades – I’ve been on deadline.
The presses would roll, the red light on the studio camera would blink on and – that was it. I had to be ready. Done. No more time.
So the clock ruled my days. I was single-mindedly focused on finishing, getting to press time or air time. Then, I could breathe a little – and get ready for the next day.
It was a wild, crazy, fun, frustrating, high adrenaline occupation and I wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
But as I started this Roadtreking life three years ago, I couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect of life NOT on deadline.
But old habits are hard to put aside.
“Why are we in such a hurry?” my wife Jennifer asked on our first multistate trip in our RV in March 2012. I was 600 miles in on the first day and getting crabby. I wanted to make 800.
“Because….,” I started to reply. Then I blanked. I couldn’t come up with a reason. I didn’t have to do 800 miles. In fact, there was no reason to be on the road as long as I had been that day. There was no deadline.
That was the first lesson I learned on the first day of the first trip.
It’s one I have to keep re-learning.
There is no hurry. The journey is just as important as the destination. Getting there is, indeed, half the fun.
Being mobile, on the open road in our Type B motorhome, has taught me how to decompress.
So many times in my journalism career, I’ve flown over the country, chasing some story, heading somewhere, fast, on deadline. I’d look down below from 35,000 feet and see a green and brown blur. Now, behind the wheel and on the ground in our Roadtrek, I’m discovering the beauty beneath the blur. It is a magnificent land and being on it, instead of above it, is both soothing and stimulating.
I never thought I’d end up in an RV.
But in so many ways, it’s been the perfect choice for Jennifer and me. Not only are we able to connect with each other, we’re meeting other people and learning things I never did standing in front of a camera using the land as a backdrop for my standup report, or pushing a pencil in a reporter’s notebook.
When you stop living on deadline, your eyes open wider.
Life becomes an adventure of serendipity.
Like the bit of history we picked up on a summer trip north to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and the southern shore of Lake Superior. Standing on a wilderness bluff next to a towering sand dune called the Log Slide, we learned that in the 1880’s lumberjacks slid 100-foot white pine logs down the dunes to the water, where they were gathered into huge booms and floated seven miles east to the town of Grand Marais.
That sent us to that town and a delightful but seldom-visited little museum tucked away in a building once used as the post office. We spent an afternoon looking at old photographs and learning how Michigan’s lumber era was as lucrative as the California Gold Rush of the same era.
In Gadsen, Ala., we found a campground located on Black Creek and right next to the awesome 90-foot Noccalula Falls. There, instead of rushing back to the road the next morning, we lingered again over local history when we discovered the first statue of a person jumping off a cliff. The statue is of the Cherokee princess Noccalula who, according to local legend, plunged to her death after being ordered by her father to marry a man she didn’t love. It is made entirely of pennies collected from local school children in the mid-1960s.
And on a trip back to our Michigan home from Florida, we decided to pull off the interstate and travel the two-laned U.S. Route 127, which roughly parallels Interstate Highway 75 north through Tennessee and Kentucky, anywhere from 10 to 50 miles to the west. We leisurely made our way through scores of small, picturesque mountain communities and ended up at the Big Bone Lick State Park in northern Kentucky, about 35 miles south of Cincinnati. There we dug into America’s prehistoric past, learning about the bones of mammoths discovered there submerged in muck. President Thomas Jefferson has fossils found there in his personal collection.
Those are just three examples about things I’d never have seen if I were still living on deadline. But because we were in our RV, staying right there, far from the look-alike chain hotels that cluster around the freeway interchanges, we were able to experience fascinating places that wouldn’t even have caused a blip on our GPS.
Then there are the campfires and the people we meet sitting around them, the help and suggestions they give us about living in a motorhome. There are the bicycle rides on trails and roads we’d never ride if we weren’t able to haul our bikes on the back of our Roadtrek. And the special walks we take with our Norwegian Elkhound, Tai, who travels with us but would have to be left at home if we were hoteling it.
We’ve deeply embedded now in this Roadtreking adventure.
I still struggle with moving too fast. An old timer this past summer gave me what he called the 330 rule. Drive no more than 330 miles in a day or stop at 3:30 p.m., whichever comes quickest. That way you’re not stressed out from the road or arriving too late to enjoy the area. That’s a noble goal.
After all, what’s the hurry?
4 Responses to “800 Miles in One Day, But…What’s the Hurry?”
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April 28, 2015at11:59 am, Janet Arnold said:
I have decided that when I am Highway driving, at least once a day, When I see a sign for an attraction at the next exit, I go. I have found wonderful local attractions.
April 24, 2015at4:10 pm, Diane Gruber said:
We can so identify with this idea. When you have a Roadtrek, there is no hurry, since you have everything you really need with you and you can stop anywhere. I do have a question, though, unrelated to this post. Do any of you find that when traveling in your Roadtrek at slow speeds on bumpy city streets, there are creaks, squeaks and groans coming from beneath your vehicle? We are the proud owners of our NEW 2015 Roadtrek Ranger; the Chevy people checked it out, did something with one of the brakes; the noise disappeared for about a day; then it came back. Any experiences?
December 21, 2014at9:29 pm, Jeep Gypsies said:
This is very true. We have made many road trips in the Jeep. All of those had destinations with time constraints, we did try to give ourselves extra time to and from but you always seem to end up rushing at some point. Now with the RV we expect to do exactly what you describe, we have even discussed what our cutoff point should be prior to seeing this article. Perfect timing, it will be part of tonights dinner discussion 🙂
December 21, 2014at5:09 pm, Alain said:
Remembering the trips my wife and I had before we retired, we often realised that we had a great time in places that were not even mentioned in the Michelin travel guide (or the routard, the Eyewitness, pick your favourite) . This is exactly what you are saying: take the time, sit down and look haround you. This is not about collecting the most 5 stars sites of the most top 10, etc.