“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”
— Sylvia Plath.
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Back in the Belly of the Beast. A Blast in the Buckeye State.
When I exited the RV last June, after twenty months of living on wheels, I swore that I was done with life on the road; at least for the foreseeable future. I was sick to death of tiny-home-living. Having a normal-sized domicile gave me space to stretch out, a sense of permanence, and a blank…
Finding Roots
Bertha is wearing her wheel covers, which means that she will be parked for a spell. Although, still retired, we are no longer retired and rambling, at least not for the immediate future. For the time being, our well-traveled RV will serve as an additional guest room. We have more than adequate sleeping space in…
Pinch Me. I Must Be Dreaming.
Eureka! A home without wheels. I am still wandering around in a cloud of sheer disbelief. As I amble about from room to room I am overwhelmed with the feeling that it is all an illusion. There’s a dreamlike quality to everything that has transpired in the past month. Pinch Me. On second thought, don’t…
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Retired and Rambling 