Greetings from Michigan, where we’re cozily spending this holiday night in a stranger’s driveway (with permission of course.)
It’s 6:15 in the morning, predawn on a Saturday in Baltimore. The start of my last half-marathon of the year is 45 minutes away. My phone says the temperature is 40 degrees. But I’m comfortably warm and starting to type a blog post without any gloves.
Welcome to Roxanne, race support vehicle.
It’s hard to describe World Championship Punkin Chunkin if you haven’t seen it. Picture, if you can, pumpkins flying through the sky across a Delaware farm field, propelled by machines custom-made for the task. This weekend’s trip was probably our fifth altogether, our second as parents and our first as RVers.
Penny’s our 3-year-old rescued Puerto Rican street dog. Roxanne is our 2-year-old bright red Winnebago. They haven’t spent a lot of time together, until this weekend that is.
RV renting: what’s it like having your RV go on travel adventures without you? Lindy put it best, as she often does. It’s like watching your child pull out of the driveway in the car by herself for the first time. Except the car is your child.
Driving around your second home on wheels means you always have a bathroom nearby. Sooner or later, everyone wants to know: how do you deal with the poop? Today, I’ll explain.
This weekend was a summer sendoff. Second grade starts tomorrow, in fact. It was time for one last Roxanne trip, just the kid and me this time, and right around the corner at Lake Fairfax.
A trip to Dutch Wonderland with friends is as much a summer tradition as we’ve got. Third year in a row, of the five summers we’ve spent together as a family. This year was the first time we went camping there too. So of course, Roxanne was the star of that show.
It was a weekend of firsts for our family and Roxanne: first visit to Jellystone. First weekend camping trip close to home. And first excursion where someone else in the group had an RV.