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Re-Entry

Sixty five days after first setting off to Central America, we opened a giant storage locker in Houston, TX, and reclaimed our house and our old life. The nice thing about leaving for such a long time is that the old routine feels fresh and new. We’re really looking forward to this next leg of our trip and are happy to be in the RV again.

How to Drive a Motor Home

The fear of driving a motor home prevents many people from even attempting a life on the road. Motor homes are big, and tall, and long and sluggish. Stepping into the driver’s seat for the first time can be a terrifying experience. Believe me, I know. It doesn’t have to be.

Of all the reasons people give us for not RVing, fear of driving one is the easiest to overcome. If you know how to drive an automobile then you already have all the skills needed to drive a modern motor home. Making the transition only requires a few adjustments, most of which you can practice in the car you drive now.

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How We Chose Our RV

Within the last couple of weeks we’ve received enough questions about our RV, and how we chose it, that an entire post on the subject seems warranted. We haven’t spoken a lot about the nuts and bolts of RVing in the past, so this is a topic that is probably a bit overdue.

When we first decided to live in an RV fulltime it was something we knew absolutely nothing about. To be honest, we couldn’t tell a Class A from a 5th wheel from a cow. We had never owned so much as a pop-up trailer. Heck, we had never even spent a night in a camper of any kind. It took us about two months of hard research to go from zero to confident RV owners. This is how we decided on our specific rig:

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French Quarter RV Resort

We don’t comment much on the campgrounds we visit because we’re really not on the road for camping. For us, the RV is just a place to stay when we’re not off exploring great destinations. In that regard, we’re no more ‘RVers’ than other travelers are ‘Hotelers.’ In each case, where you sleep at night is incidental to the reason you’re there. It is a means to an end. But occasionally we come across a campground that is truly exceptional either because it is a beautiful destination in its own right or is impossibly close to where we want it to be. Read More…

RV Jet Lag

The Central Time Zone is messing with me.

All my life I lived on the East Coast in what I naturally assumed was the correct time zone. Everywhere else in the world was ahead, or behind, but I was just right. Kind of like how the British drive on the ‘wrong’ side of the road and drink the ‘wrong’ caffeinated morning beverage.

I’ve had plenty of experience with changing time zones in the past, but always via airplane. I’d step on one of those magical flying ships and exit in a different world and a different time. Adjusting was never much of a problem for me because everything was different. And because I expected everything to be different, all of those differences somehow seemed normal. I’d simply tough out the first day, get to sleep whenever the clock told me it was time, and by morning, I’d be right as rain.

But driving isn’t at all like flying. You expect things to be mostly the same when you get out of the driver’s seat. You don’t expect your day to mysteriously lengthen to twenty five hours. And you don’t expect the Nightly News to come on at 5:30 PM, either. All of my adult life, Brian Williams, or Tom Brokaw before him, delivered the news sixty minutes later, at the proper dinner time hour. It was one of the known universal constants. You could literally set your watch by it. Now Brian is forcing early bird special meals on me.

And it’s not just the nightly news. All of the shows I typically watch start and end an hour earlier here. It’s like the Central Time Zone is rushing me off to bed. It’s either puritanical, or evil, I can’t decide which. In either case, this single hour change is messing with me in ways that no overseas flight ever did.

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