On the Road Again?
Well, I see I've fallen behind again. I think it's because right after I wrote the former post that burbled about what an interesting day it had been so far, one of the cats went and vomited up a hairball into one of my shoes, and I figured it was a sign to quit while I was ahead.
Father's Day was lovely, though; one of my boyfriend's sons came for lunch and we had scallop and chicken and veggie shish-ke-bobs which were delicious, and it was just one of those smooth, fun, relaxed afternoons that feel so good. Monday was gorgeous and so we got on the bike and went adventuring and out to lunch, and looking at RVs.
Just looking for now. But oh, two of the best vacations of my life -- and that includes the adult vacations of flying around, cruises and Caribbean islands -- were the six week-long cross country RVing family vacations my parents took us on. The first time we went i was 13, and we went northwest from NJ to Colorado and Montana and Wyoming and up to visit my relatives in Saskatchewan, where I met my lovely cousin Sheila and we became fast friends. (We started writing to each other after that vacation, and are still at it all these years later.)
(As I'm writing this right now, hanging out on a lounge on the patio, a doe is grazing next to me not 20 feet way, enjoying all the lovely fresh clover. Bizarre.)
Anyhow, the second fabulous vacation -- and maybe the best, most fun of my life -- was the RV vacation we took when I was 18 and just out of high school. This time we went southwest, down to Texas and Arizona and Mexico, back up to Colorado to visit relatives and home across the midwest. My younger brother and I played a lot of games of pool and became great friends during that vacation, my little sister and I skirted authority and became partners in mischief and my parents were carefree, relaxed and wonderful, in 24/7 good moods and putting up with all of our misadventures with only occasional threats of grounding. I met interesting people, made some very interesting memories and wouldn't trade that vacation for the world.
This is why looking at RVs is dangerous. It makes me want to do it all again.
Uh-oh. I feel a restlessness coming on.
Father's Day was lovely, though; one of my boyfriend's sons came for lunch and we had scallop and chicken and veggie shish-ke-bobs which were delicious, and it was just one of those smooth, fun, relaxed afternoons that feel so good. Monday was gorgeous and so we got on the bike and went adventuring and out to lunch, and looking at RVs.
Just looking for now. But oh, two of the best vacations of my life -- and that includes the adult vacations of flying around, cruises and Caribbean islands -- were the six week-long cross country RVing family vacations my parents took us on. The first time we went i was 13, and we went northwest from NJ to Colorado and Montana and Wyoming and up to visit my relatives in Saskatchewan, where I met my lovely cousin Sheila and we became fast friends. (We started writing to each other after that vacation, and are still at it all these years later.)
(As I'm writing this right now, hanging out on a lounge on the patio, a doe is grazing next to me not 20 feet way, enjoying all the lovely fresh clover. Bizarre.)
Anyhow, the second fabulous vacation -- and maybe the best, most fun of my life -- was the RV vacation we took when I was 18 and just out of high school. This time we went southwest, down to Texas and Arizona and Mexico, back up to Colorado to visit relatives and home across the midwest. My younger brother and I played a lot of games of pool and became great friends during that vacation, my little sister and I skirted authority and became partners in mischief and my parents were carefree, relaxed and wonderful, in 24/7 good moods and putting up with all of our misadventures with only occasional threats of grounding. I met interesting people, made some very interesting memories and wouldn't trade that vacation for the world.
This is why looking at RVs is dangerous. It makes me want to do it all again.
Uh-oh. I feel a restlessness coming on.
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