Happy New Year! We are home. We took the RV, the kid and the dog halfway across the country and back for the winter holidays. It was eight nights in five different locations and more than 1,600 miles of driving. Lots of holiday love from family and friends during a chilly late December in the Midwest.
So there was this one time my 8-year-old kid and I spent a Friday night sleeping in a van outside a winery.
Recreational flexibility. Having a Class B RV like Roxanne means we can get up and go fast, sleep almost anywhere when we’re tired, yet have the comforts of home along with us. Last weekend, we learned a little bit about the freedom not to travel.
Camping season is upon us! We have a rare moment with Roxanne in the driveway and all three of us home at the same time. So here’s a little explanation of how I see the three different types of camping trips.
We recently came back from our first summer stay at a private campground not connected to an amusement park. In fact, it wasn’t really connected to anything at all.
Renting out Roxanne is more of a hobby than a business. We meet some interesting people and hear stories from the road, and bring in a little extra cash to cover our own travel and improvements to our sticks-and-bricks house. For the more entrepreneurial or handy set, rentals can be a full-time living. For us, it’s much more of a side hustle. So we can be very choosy about who rents, and we are.
We’re back from the last part of our trip, and we finally figured out how to make the return journey part of the destination. Greetings from home at last!
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.