Ever since our first experiment with AirBnB (where we snagged a New York City...
If a perpetual traveler pays an average of $100 per night for hotel accommodations, over the course of a year he’ll pay an amount roughly equivalent to the annual mortgage and property taxes on a $600,000 house. That is kind of insane. And it’s not like $100 per night buys you opulence in most of the developed world, or even a working kitchen for that matter. It isn’t all that hard to find Comfort Inn’s that run about that much. No, mostly what that steep cost buys is the convenience of a temporary location. But that is still a pretty egregious mark-up for convenience. Even if it were affordable, there is something basically wrong with paying that amount of money to rent a small room. So we’re always on the look-out for alternatives.
R.V.ing is one such alternative, and one we’ve obviously taken to. It can be a fairly economical way to see a continent, although perhaps a little less so when the depreciation expense of your rig is included. Nonetheless, once we finally decide to leave these shores, it is entirely possible that we’ll trade our large American bus for a much smaller European “camper van.” I understand many European campgrounds sit just outside the major cities, and it is hard to imagine a better way to explore the countryside than with a motor home.
Even if we go that route, we’ll still want to spend a couple of nights, or maybe even entire weeks, in places like Paris and Prague. On those occasions, we’ll need to find lodging. So it’s nice to see innovative alternatives to traditional hotels becoming available. We’ve considered renting an apartment in select locations for weeks or months at a time. We’ve also considered doing “house swaps” with someone who wants to trade access to our New York City area pad for a house close to a different great destination.
And now I see this, from the New York Times: web sites that act as exchanges for people looking to rent out their living space. In practice, this seems like a mix between Bed and Breakfast and an apartment rental. On the one hand you have the “strangeness” of sleeping in someone else’s home, but also the benefits that come from making contract with a knowledgeable local. Quite like a B&B. We’ve found the B&B experience worked pretty well for us in the past, and I don’t see how this would be much different, except for the lower price tag, of course. Another benefit is the potential access to a real kitchen, something you only get with a full apartment rental or very high end hotel suites.
So called “peer-to-peer hotels” are not necessarily something we’d look to avail ourselves of now, although it might be worthwhile to try out if we make it up to Montreal or Quebec City this summer. But it is definitely good to see alternatives to, and competition for, the chronically over-priced traditional hotels. Three cheers for the internet!
We arrived safely in Massachusetts basically on schedule, a few wrong turns aside. The rig leveled successfully, which was never a problem, but whether we’ll be able to un-level it, remains to be seen. It could be that our leveling jacks are now a permanent foundation. So if anyone wants to see us, we’re in Lanesborough, MA, possibly for the foreseeable future.
Set-up took longer than usual today. When entering our campsite Shannon helpfully pointed out that my hose wasn’t quite long enough to reach the desired spot. So I had to pull out, and back in, and out, and in, many more times than either of us wanted. But once started, you have to see the job through to completion, or else everyone just ends up cranky. Through persistence, and no small measure of skill on my part, we eventually got things situated to everyone’s satisfaction. But life would be much easier if only I had a longer hose. So I’m off to see if I can find an extension.
If all goes according to plan, we’ll be on the road to the Berkshires in an hour or so. That’s also what we thought yesterday, but at least as of this very moment, the rig checks out tip-top. Wish us luck.

Sick bay
The good news is that we got our coach back from the dealer the very same afternoon. The bad news is that they didn’t fix a frigging thing. A convenient thunderstorm revealed that our window still leaks. And the left rear leveling jack, which wasn’t fully retracting before being serviced, wouldn’t retract at all this morning.
Yup. Two days after being “fixed” the jack went down, and stayed down, rendering the rig immobile. Fortunately, this problem yielded to the same prescription that seems to work for most of life’s troubles: a two-by-four and a crowbar. Shannon supplied the muscle while I stayed inside pushing little buttons. My button-pushing prowess paid dividends, though, as we eventually coerced the jack back into place, allowing us to make a second trip to the dealer.
Naturally, we couldn’t recreate the jack problem for the mechanics and everything works just peachy at the moment. It’s magic. I was, however, able to demonstrate the leak and the dealer agreed to replace the window, when one arrives, in three weeks, maybe more. Who knows? We’re not going to wait around, although we won’t be venturing very far since a return trip to the dealer awaits us.
It feels like we’ve failed to achieve escape velocity and we’re stuck in orbit around upstate New York.
Which is true, because as I understand it, they used to build motor homes like complete crap. The quality is much better now, but I still think it’s rare to get one without any problems whatsoever. And so it is with ours. We’re back in New York trying to get some kinks ironed out at our dealer. It’s mostly small stuff, and we hope to be back on the road shortly. While our rig is in the shop, Shannon, our ferocious feline, and I are bunking down in my old room at my parent’s house. It’s funny how things work. I spent the better part of my adolescence trying to get a couple of girls in that room with me . . . now another childhood dream fulfilled.