In January, 2021, I upgraded rigs again. This time, I got a 27-foot 2000 Skyline Nomad 261-LT. I got a great deal on it from friends I knew had taken great care of it. It had a bunkhouse, which I’m currently tearing out to turn into a dedicated office space. This will give me back my kitchen table to use for table things, and allow me to figuratively close the door on the office at the end of the workday.
While this isn’t something I ever planned to do or even contemplated, I like a life that’s interesting and adventurous. And I like the mystery that comes from a certain amount of ambiguity. I don’t necessarily want to know, when I get up in the morning, what will happen to me or where I’ll be when I go to sleep that night.
Chasing tornadoes for my 50th birthday
Being too certain of everything is a sure recipe for sleepwalking through life, at least for me. Though I don’t feel I’ve ever been that much on autopilot, I’ve been closer than I care to be. This new journey ensures I will probably never get close to that again.
I’m keeping a blog here as a way to document my journeys, and all the experiences I have, and all the people (both cool and maybe not so much) who I meet along the way. My intent is to use the material here to remind me of my sojourn and to write a couple books about it. I believe I will have enough new experiences to fill both a how-to guide for solo RVers, and another book that will take a more spiritual/emotional approach while remaining nonfiction…a kind of memoir.
Why do I think anyone would be interested in reading such books? Well, first of all, because I realize that I’m on a journey not too many people get to experience in modern life.
Also because, as I’ve shared my intent with people, one of the most frequent comments I get is, “Oh, how cool! I wish I could go. But at least I’ll be able to live the adventure vicariously through your blog.”
In my mind, a book is just a longer presentation form than a blog. And, well…you’re here reading this, aren’t you?