I bought my first RV in 2001, mainly because I didn’t want to leave my two little min pins home when I went on vacation. I have owned 6 RVs since then, and just traded in my 2004 on a 2017. This one is diesel, unlike the travel trailers, fifth wheels, and Class As that I previously owned. And once again, it was doggie “separation anxiety” that drove part of my decision. I also knew, because of the logistics of being in such a confining living area, that I needed bigger digs to convince Gary to be my co-pilot.
RVing is not something that is new to me; however, something is new about me purchasing this one. On the day we embarked on our maiden voyage from South Florida to Washington, DC, for Rolling Thunder, I noticed something about my body. I was extremely achy (as usual), but somehow I found the energy to power through getting my “house on wheels” loaded. I gleefully ascended and descended the steps, carrying groceries and clothes. I was exhausted once I was finished, but it didn’t matter: I was totally delighted that I felt like I had done Yoga for 6 hours and climbed a mountain.
A few weeks later, we decided to head to Okeechobee, FL. We left just a week after I posted “It’s raining aches, hallelujah!” and South Florida was undergoing a monsoon. As I sat at my desk at work, I began to worry that I would be too achy to once again scale the steps. I remarked to a co-worker, “I may not be able to leave when I want”. She calmly told me that I would figure out a way to make it work. As I watched the clock tick towards 1700 EST, I started psyching myself out.
I bought a Radio flyer wagon to help with moving supplies back and forth from the house. And sure enough, when that imaginary whistle blew, I jumped up from my desk and loaded up my wagon. I (once again) forgot about my bone aches. I didn’t think about how my body was screaming “not now!“. I had one mission: to load that sucker up, and plant my little behind in the driver’s seat. I am now convinced that RVing is making my new normal much more tolerable.
It’s quite coincidental that I decided to draft this post just as Deconstructing Doctor released her “Pink Flamingoes” post. Her and I agree that the benefits of RVing are both physical and psychological for me. Perhaps others can benefit from this… I know my body moves a lot more lately when I have the motivation to go out and explore. You don’t have to spend a ton of money, just rent one and hit the road for a weekend – or perhaps do some real camping in a tent (totally not for me, I am ruined from Class As). See if it helps you with your new normal…
In the future, I hope to blog about the trips we plan on taking. The dogs have their own hashtag on Instagram now: #lolaandpinustour