Eight days in – each day a new adventure.
Our two year plan to retirement includes winding down my husband’s business, selling off all our home and furnishings, and hitting the road in the 40′ RV we just purchased. Never having owned an RV before, we thought it would be a good idea to park it near our home and live it in for a bit.
This is day eight. It is below zero celsius, and while we are nice and cosy inside, our propane tank needs refilling. We thought it would be as simple as calling for delivery, but apparently not. We are now frantically trying to find someone to drive us in to fill up (my husband does not have his license yet).
Ah, the spirit of adventure!
Up until yesterday, the temperatures have been in the double digits, mild by our standards for November, and we were able to heat the bus with good old sunlight.
Not that we plan on doing a lot of winter camping, however; figuring out how everything works, or if it does work, is important. For instance, having arrived after sunset on day one, we were unable to hook up the water lines. While we got those working the very next day, it took three days to figure out the hot water. Meanwhile, I learned the art of “roughing” it – making do with bottled water, learning to boil water for dishes, etc. All good lessons for this city kid.
Yesterday, we tried out the onboard dishwasher (I know, who needs a dishwasher in an RV) and to our surprise it worked efficiently and quietly – better than our home unit.
I still have to run the washing machine and dryer, but that might wait till nicer weather as it requires we have windows open.
Love the kitchen set up, and my little stove, and discovered that while the microwave works, the convection oven doesn’t. Still haven’t tried the stove oven – another day.
Our family thinks we are crazy. They think we are taking too big of a risk given our recent health histories – his cancer, heart attacks and surgery, and my ME/CFS. Thing is they haven’t lived the alternative: day after day confined to home (for me) and doctor’s appointments for him. The threat of stagnation was becoming very real for us. We needed to shake things up.
So we’re shaking! And this is only the trial run.!
Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.