Good morning from blustery Kearney, Neb., where I’m sitting inside a toasty RV and waiting for my two passengers to come back from the showers. Never having spent any time at RV parks before this trip, I guess I didn’t give a second thought to what it would take to set one up. As you can see from the picture, it’s just a series of concrete slabs with electrical, water and sewer hookups. Add a building with some shower and laundry facilities, put in a wi-fi router, and drop the whole thing down within a mile of a major interstate. That’s all.
Greetings from the Sleepy Hollow Campground outside Oxford, Iowa! We are three warm, well-rested and well-fed folks. While we arrived much later than I’d hoped and with a slumbering child, our first night and morning of living in an RV have been very nice. We’ve figured out the shore power, the bathroom and the kitchen.
My daughter XY is six, about to turn seven. Parenting a child of this age means a nonstop stream of opportunities to see novelty through her eyes. On the other hand, at my age, completely novel experiences are pretty unusual.
We’re about to have one.
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I sold my car this week.
I walked over to a neighbor’s house, dropped off the keys and the vehicle, and walked home with a wad of cash. I’ll miss my red 2006 Toyota Prius. It was the longest I’d ever owned a car. It was my sixth and favorite of the bunch, a fitting farewell to what car ownership used to represent to me.