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Like a lot of you guys, I'm working that long trail towards full time RV living. Conventionally it's a math problem, broken at times by "life" causing you to recalculate, and, it seems, always pushing that launch-date back further. I'm taking a different path, but the journey is very much the same.
I started out as a kid who didn't know three driving-vacations a year was unusual. Before I was 15, I'd seen 46 states and PR twice. I thought everyone saw the world from the back window. I actually grew to enjoy the smell of diesel fumes; they generally meant dinner was nearby, out on the road.
Then, for some reason I started chasing women, started a family, that didn't work so well, and started looking back. I love the travel; the new towns, the annoyance of having to learn a new city, and the fun you can have when you get lost there.
Way too late for dreams of being a fighter pilot, I had to re-light the last old dream I had: touring the USA like when I was a kid. Now this is me: CounterMoon.org
In 1978 I was fiddling with computers; wire-wrapping breadboards, making Z80's and various controller-things. I was the only one around doing it; Microsoft wouldn't be a household word for nearly a decade. I had this dream to tour the USA, take jobs on the road, and (somehow) get money downloaded to me. There were no ATMs, then. And staying in touch with the net was $6/minute!
In a vocational trade, I managed to get a 14' cargo van, brand new. Clean and perfect- no one has spilled oil (or worse) in there. It has computers, a furnace, ventilation, storage, all kinds of comfortable in there, minus a few things. No wasted space, and no cheesy cardboard walls.
When Mom no longer needs me as a caregiver, I plan to get underway. I expect I'll be on full-time, probably headed north someplace.
I started out as a kid who didn't know three driving-vacations a year was unusual. Before I was 15, I'd seen 46 states and PR twice. I thought everyone saw the world from the back window. I actually grew to enjoy the smell of diesel fumes; they generally meant dinner was nearby, out on the road.
Then, for some reason I started chasing women, started a family, that didn't work so well, and started looking back. I love the travel; the new towns, the annoyance of having to learn a new city, and the fun you can have when you get lost there.
Way too late for dreams of being a fighter pilot, I had to re-light the last old dream I had: touring the USA like when I was a kid. Now this is me: CounterMoon.org
In 1978 I was fiddling with computers; wire-wrapping breadboards, making Z80's and various controller-things. I was the only one around doing it; Microsoft wouldn't be a household word for nearly a decade. I had this dream to tour the USA, take jobs on the road, and (somehow) get money downloaded to me. There were no ATMs, then. And staying in touch with the net was $6/minute!
In a vocational trade, I managed to get a 14' cargo van, brand new. Clean and perfect- no one has spilled oil (or worse) in there. It has computers, a furnace, ventilation, storage, all kinds of comfortable in there, minus a few things. No wasted space, and no cheesy cardboard walls.
When Mom no longer needs me as a caregiver, I plan to get underway. I expect I'll be on full-time, probably headed north someplace.
