Bump In The Road – Does It Wake You Up Or Stop You?

I hit a bump this week.  Actually, I hit the bump in early January.  I have just been slow to rise up and also bump my head on the ceiling of realization.  It’s been a pretty rough couple of weeks, but I think my Grandmama’s passing made me recognize I have dropped my own ball,

Love, Relationships, And The Single Nomad

I have a friend who is completely consumed by the need to constantly be in a relationship.  She literally craves love and human companionship so much that she will jump from relationship to relationship, in one blissed out state to another, without ever giving herself time to appreciate the beauty of just being one with

How My Plans Are Coming Along As We Begin 2016

Last year at this very same moment I was putting ideas and plans together that, in just a short period of time, would lead me to the path I am on today.   I am absolutely amazed at how far I have come and how very ready I am to start this adventure!  I’ve set

The 12 Days of RV Christmas

My Parents and The 12 Days of RV Christmas

Perhaps it was because we lived in San Francisco/Oakland at the height of the hippie movement in the 60’s, but now that I am an adult, I realize my parents had a different way of thinking than most friends parents. 

Ending The Year With Some Questions And Answers

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Why would you give up a normal life?   Normal for one person is not normal for the next.  Some people aspire to have a large home with lots of ‘stuff’.  Some people seek to have a modest house in the suburbs with a couple of kids and doting husband.  Some prefer

Sharing Is Caring: Give Me More Than Great Photographs

I need details.  If you are having a grand adventure and I want to have that same adventure, but know people who have had a tough time enjoying RV travels in the area you’re exploring just fine, I need you to be sharing some knowledge.  What are you doing that we didn’t think of?  Do you

The Habitual Minimalist: Finding Peace In Letting Go

I may be a minimalist now, but I could have easily been a hoarder.  Not because I am especially materialistic (though I was years ago), but mostly because I am sentimental.  Three years ago my best friend John helped me move to a new apartment.  I was not yet educated in the art of minimizing and