Living in an RV makes you see the world in new ways. All those familiar and largely nauseating landmarks of American culture suddenly loom up in new ways:
ü McDonald’s = bathrooms!
ü Starbucks = remote offices!
ü Walmart = free hotels!
ü Gas stations = tithing depots!
But after 50 years of adventure travel (read: “roughing it”) traveling in an RV has introduced me to a whole new level of comfort:
ü Caught in a bad rainstorm? Just pull over, make your favorite cup of tea, and wait it out. Or, don’t wait it out and enjoy your hot tea while you drive on.
ü Hungry after a long, dusty horseback ride? Pour yourself a cool one from the fridge. Fire up the generator and make some quesadillas. Do all this and never leave the parking lot.
ü Tired and dirty after a long day’s hike? Enjoy a long, rejuvenating hot shower – and yes, do it from the parking lot at the trailhead if you want. Then change into some nice clothes and go for a fancy dinner at Yellowstone Lodge.
ü Thirsty for nice drink while you drive? Grab some ice, mix the seltzer and juice, maybe slice in some lemon, then enjoy it from the cockpit while you drive through glorious remote mountains.
ü Enlarged prostate? Weak bladder? No worries – whenever nature calls you can pull over. Your bathroom is always with you.
ü Back hurt? Need a break? Shut off the engine and stretch out in the back and snooze on your queen mattress. Your bed is always made.
ü Too hot? Turn on the air conditioning. Too cold? Turn on the heat. Too hot or cold while sleeping? Take off or put on another blanket.
ü Need a change of clothes, a different pair of shoes? Just go to the closet and grab what suits you.
ü Need the internet? Park outside a library or Starbucks and go to work on your table in your traveling office.
You are the Master of your Universe! (Were the first Imperialists RVers?)
No more tents blown over by strong wind. No more removing rocks and twigs in the middle of the night from under your mattress pad. No more being confined by cramped sleeping bags. No more holes and tears in sleeping bags. No more wet sleeping bags. No more sleeping bags period!
Heaven, I’m in Heaven…