Also known as the “stay-cation.” Many RV’s in town, including our own, appear to be permanently parked in the driveway or on the lawn. The owners might say otherwise, but according to Winnebago’s Law of RV Inertia, if a camper sits idle for more than one season, there is a 97.5% chance that it will never move again.
It’s an insidious process. When we bought our motorhome, we figured it would be a perfect hybrid vacation-mobile, a home-away-from-home that would allow us to travel with our pets. Five years and numerous disasters later, I am forced to admit I have no synchronicity whatsoever with this double-axled house of horrors. The outside dimensions are huge, constantly banging into tree limbs and garbage dumpsters, while the inner ones are far too small to afford a comfortable living for two adults, two dogs, and a cat. Here are some of the things I don’t miss: Packing and unpacking the equivalent of a small house. Downsizing to a short queen bed, fourteen inches of closet space, and three kitchen cabinets accessible only by step-stool or on hands and knees. Getting lost. Blowing tires. Freezing when the propane furnace futzes on cold nights. Dealing with a 12-volt battery system that dependably powers the lighting and water pump but won’t extend the retractable stairs– the distance to the ground might be one small step for an overexcited dog with a full bladder, but it’s one giant leap for the klutzy human at the other end of his leash! Using a toilet that cannot digest Charmin Ultra. Dumping. Tripping the breaker if I microwave something while the air conditioner is running. Making do without a garbage disposal, washer and dryer, fenced-in yard, reliable high-speed internet, and a static address for postal and Amazon.com deliveries. Then, of course, there is living up to people’s expectations that when we travel, I will actually leave my tiny house-on-wheels to see the sights and do stuff.
Despite all this, I can’t quite bring myself to hang a FOR SALE sign on her. Within her walls, she holds so many memories–the good, the bad, the completely unexpected. And even permanently parked, she has proven herself to be quite useful:
Quiet place to sleep if spouse is snoring
Generator during power outages
Extra storage space
Quarters for overnight guests
Possibly a cozy writing studio
Or Air B&B in our touristy village
Without it, I would no longer be “the cool aunt”
So stop by anytime and you can camp out right next door.
Here at Motel 666, we’ll leave the light on for ya!
And watch that first step–it’s a doozie.
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