INTERMEDIATE RV-ING

My merit badge apparently got lost in the mail, and no fellow RVer has ever divulged the secret handshake.  These setbacks notwithstanding, we did eventually discover the sweet spot of RV travel:  those fleeting years when you know enough but not too much, you’ve mastered the art of planning ahead without overscheduling, the novelty of your tiny living space still outweighs your desire for the comforts of home, and rather than pushing to cover more miles in a day, you relax your pace and allow yourself to take in all the amazing things around you:

FREEWHEELING

Twenty-seven feet of comfort
Rolling over miles of asphalt ribbon, no destination in mind
No atlas or GPS
Seeking collision with serendipity

Be mindful and pay attention
If something interesting presents itself, stop for a closer look
Let magic happen
Who knows what you will find?

A beach beyond a tunnel of trees
Grilled cheese at twilight amid a rabble of monarch butterflies
New Yorkers let us in
On the George Washington bridge

Wine samples from local vineyards
Pocket parks and green spaces and vast expanses of sunflowers
Camping in driveways
Of surprised and gracious friends

Quaint shops in the middle of nowhere
Friendly conversation with one owner nets a potluck invitation
Another’s secret project
A VW Bus clad in a mosaic of sea glass

Lobster dinner and bonus boat ride
Old Lab paddles proudly in the ocean, completes his Bucket List
Cream cheese melting
On toasty house-made garlic bagels

Twenty-seven feet of comfort
Rolling over miles of asphalt ribbon, no destination in mind
Eyes open, heart open
Who knows what you will find?

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