Ten years flashed before my eyes after I retired on November 6th, 2013. Each morning after I wake up, I swing my legs out of bed and gently put my feet on the floor. As I slowly stand up, I concentrate on the feeling and pressure on the bottom of my feet from the earth…
Category: RV
Don’t Let The Old Man In
Drifting around the country aimlessly in a motorcoach with a cat and dog, wondering what is next in life is a soul-searching experience. Trying to figure out where to live, and what to do with the remainder of my days is complicated. Grappling with and reflecting upon my own mortality is daunting. When I retired…
Rascal the RV Whippet Dog
One year ago an adorable crazy little bundle of energy came to live with me. The puppy was already named Rascal by the time I brought him home. He is now known as Rascal the RV Whippet Dog. Erica is the person who convinced me to get a dog. Every day she would text me…
Separate Ways
“Don’t cry because it’s over: smile because it happened.” – Dr. Seuss While pulling out from Fort Chiswell, Virginia, and leaving Erica and Chris, I expected to have tears in my eyes. We had said our goodbyes the previous evening after our farewell dinner of meatballs and pasta prepared by Erica. Instead, I was…
Sideways
Raw sewage erupted from the sewage drain and splattered all over me when I pulled the handle to empty my black tank. Being covered in shit horrified me. There is only one dump station at the Eaton County Fairground. Usually, there is a sewage drain at each individual campsite. I observed a man in front…