I suppose it was inevitable I was born into a family that suffered from wanderlust. We traveled, often times with dad driving, mom acting as the navigator and snack supplier of such treats as the cheese sandwiches, summer sausage with crackers, deviled ham sandwiches, supplemented of course by roadside cafés. I bought my first true RV style camper in 1971. It was a 1957 Chevrolet pickup with homemade, but very cool, camper built onto the back of it. I bought it when I lived in central California. I camped up and down the West Coast into Arizona, finally settling in Ruidoso New Mexico. The next camper I had, I sort of put together myself. It was a one year old GMC pickup with a very cool camper shell. I built a bed and storage into it, and lived in it when I first moved to Santa Fe New Mexico in 1976. This was before I had found a job or a place to live. At night I would drive up to national forest land and set up my camp. I had a catalytic Coleman fuel heater, a Coleman stove, and a Coleman lantern. The camping vacation was soon over, as I found a job, rented and later bought a house, and joined the rat race. In retrospect, I thought I was camping in the woods not 'boondocking' as it's called today. I traded that truck off for my first Ford four-wheel-drive pickup. I kept the camper shell and enjoyed many, many camping trips in the forests of New Mexico.
A few years later, I bought my first true RV. A wonderful Mobile Traveler found its way into my life, and into my travels. It was in 1978 Class B. You could drive it at freeway speeds and still get 16 miles to the gallon. I had it for about four years and traveled many roads in Texas, Oklahoma, and New Mexico. It was really the best. No problems, economical, comfortable and unobtrusive.
I then acquired a 1979 Southwind class a motorhome. I named him Harvey. Harvey the RV. He really got to take us to some places. Why, I even drove him to New York City. Harvey had the biggest windshield you've ever seen. It was like the best seat at an IMAX theater. He did have a few drawbacks in the form of 4 miles to the gallon which did limit me some what. Harvey was over 40 feet long, but did have all the comforts of home.
My next soirée into the world of RV was a Lance truck camper This is a big cab over affair that also has all the comforts of home in fact I took many extended trips with this camper mounted on the back of my F350, four-wheel-drive, diesel pickup truck. I went from Maine to Florida to Texas to Arizona to Colorado and many exciting adventures in between. I do believe all these campers, my love of travel, and the fact that I am hurtling towards retirement (kicking and struggling the whole time...) have led me to my decision. I am Metamorphosizing into a full-time RV'er.
This blog is a journal of my adventures, or misadventures, as I embrace my new life. I ask you, the reader, to enjoy this is insight of what is sometimes humorous, tragic, enlightening, encouraging, informative, irreverent, sometimes mundane, but never boring account of what is happening in the life of this typical, atypical baby boomer. I am re-doing part of this post. Thanks for reading...