Lacking a sense of home

Last night the rangers came back and had a solution from management: Move my rig over to the next campsite across the street for the night and pay the standard full-hookups rate for an evening ($31).  I’m literally a couple dozen feet away from where I was, and at least for last night, abiding by their rules.  But for some reason, this whole situation made me very upset, and I’ve finally figured out why. Continue reading Lacking a sense of home


As I’m standing in the rear door of my camper, I can’t help but wonder, “How weird am I?”  How many other people can say that on a random Wednesday night they’re in the parking lot of a high school they didn’t know existed a few hours ago with the intention of staying the night?  I’m sure this kind of idea pops up for every RVer at some point, or at least the strange ones like me that are somewhat untraditional. Continue reading Normal?

Early Departure

I moved up my schedule and left a day early.  That’s one thing I love about RV travel: scheduling.  If I want to leave early or stay late, it’s not a big deal.  No airline tickets to change, no car rentals, hotel bookings.  My planned route is to go through Denver, Salt Lake City, then eventually into Oregon.  This evening, I find myself at a JCPenny parking lot in Ponca City (half way between Oklahoma City and Wichita (36.72842,-97.06562). Continue reading Early Departure