So much to write, so little time. So far, full-time RV life hasn’t offered me a lot of time to write about our experiences on the road. With short stays from one RV campground to another, it feels like I’m either setting up or tearing down, fixing a leak or broken this and that, driving somewhere, running errands…. But I shouldn’t complain – as soon as the caboose is chocked and leveled the fun ignites – we’ve been hiking, paddleboarding, skating, whitewater tubing, riding mountain bikes, swimming with the dogs, eating S’mores, running from bears, the usual. Then it’s time to go.
GO.
Time for a little slow.
The only reason I’m able to write this now is we’ve set up camp for a lengthy stay in a remote valley outside Pagosa Springs, with no cell service and sketchy WiFi. We’re being forced to unplug for a while. It also happens to be raining. Otherwise we’d probably be tromping around exploring more of Southern Colorado.
While the rest of the world appears to be up in flames, here we are on the road, trying to show the kids some American Beauty. We’ve been out there for a couple months and things are getting bizarre. COVID has put a chokehold on our immediate travel plans, our plans for life on the road—it has strangled our entire lives at the worst possible time. But we’re trying to focus on the silver lining.
So far the silver lining has been found while visiting old friends,
and getting into adventures with family.
It’s been found hiking The Rockies,
visiting our National Parks and Monuments,
and learning about the history and geology of these areas and the cultures of the native peoples who lived there.
It’s been found in eating “night-night snacks” and reading night-time stories with the kids.
It’s been found in not having access to the news and for a few brief, luxurious moments we can live in a world that isn’t a runaway clown car of fear, barreling towards an apocalypse full of wars, diseases, racism, food shortages, and US politics. It’s been our own private Idaho in our camper.
