Ah, the downsides full-time RVing. We haven’t gone full-timing yet, but we’ve been leaning heavily in that direction for a couple of years. Even after a 3 week trip last year, and a 5 week trip this year in a 31’ aluminum tent with electricity. (And new axles, brakes and tires.) To make it as much like a traveling circus as possible, we included 5 dogs and 4 rabbits this year. (Last year it was just the dogs.) On both trips, nothing ran smoothly 100% percent of the time. Last year it was the gas gage in the 1999 Expedition (since replaced). This year it was the original Armstrong AC. After getting our portable ladder at Menards in Yankton, SD, got lucky to discover the old girl only needed a good cleaning. The last trip in early May meant getting out of Texas during the flooding, only to get invaded by ticks shortly after arriving in South Dakota. Then there were nearly 3 weeks of almost freezing temps, more thunderstorms and plenty of wind. But somewhere in all that, we must have been enjoying ourselves. We were kind of reluctant to come home, and keep dreaming of leaving again.
As others have said, it seems to me the full-time RV lifestyle is fully customizable. For those who are traveling solo, you can be as lonely as you wish. (It’s possible to be in a crowd and still be lonely.) I myself am a dyed-in-the-wool introvert and can go days without interactions outside my own household. I’m also a hard-core project person who keeps plenty busy in my own little world. Fortunately, I have several hobbies which are portable – drawing, painting, photography, graphic design, spinning yarn from the fiber produced by my English Angora rabbits. (A venture I took on after knitting and crocheting for many years.) Many of these activities could earn some extra money for a mobile lifestyle, or I can make things for a charity while I’m in an area. My husband, who is a disabled veteran, was the extrovert and loved being an orchestra director and cello player. But his 22 years of service in the Navy Seabees took their toll. And having to fight for his benefits for seven years after that only made things worse. He’s no longer the happy extrovert I used to know. Some people would probably look at us and say we’re the worst candidates to become full-time RVers, and to a certain extent they may be right. But they don’t define us, WE define us. And if we didn’t have the practical skills and an increasingly ferocious sense of independence, we wouldn’t try it. Unless one has an unlimited budget, I don’t see how you can be a full-time RVer if you can’t take care of yourself. I have yet to experience an emergency that was ever convenient. I’m trying to bring Karl back into the land of the living again, and sometimes it’s nice to be back in civilization. However, we do love solitude. In those places where solitude can be found, it’s possible to see the stars again. We’ve missed them quite a bit living in the big city.
Right now, we’re of the opinion that full-time on the road might not quite suit us. We’re looking at Texas Airstream Harbor Incorporated (TAHI) as a home base once we get the house out of our hair. It’s on the shore of Lake Sam Rayburn. What’s not to like about that?
By the way, while blaming Instagram, make sure you include Pinterest too. I won’t deny I’ve put pictures from 2 blogs (one for our AS) on a few boards. But we refuse to allow any advertising and are not a “Brand”, while I have designed some cutesy graphics for it (Got to keep those design muscles exercised). While we don’t mind showing off the fun stuff, there is nothing sugar-coated either. I have to stop myself from sounding too preachy. (My grown children accuse me of lecturing too much.) The first post we did after getting home? “We Wouldn’t Call It Glamping…” While cleaning muddy prints off our new AS floor, I wondered what idiot coined that word anyway. Viola, inspiration for a post.
P.S. Mandolinedave, if you’ve attended a lot of festivals over the years, it’s possible you’ve encountered a band named “Poker Alice”. My brother-in-law, Owen, has played fiddle/guitar with them for many years. These days, I think they stay mostly in South Dakota, but if you ever feel the need to visit a college town, he plays at Carey’s Bar in Vermillion almost every Friday night. One of our favorite campgrounds is Clay County which is just a few miles southwest of town. Just north of the Missouri River and surrounded by huge cottonwoods. Can be pretty quiet on weekdays. Ask us nicely and we might just tell you how to find it.