The nightly news keeps saying we’re still in the middle of a heat wave, but you wouldn’t know it from Lanesborough, MA. It’s 61 degrees here as I type and it isn’t supposed to get much above 80 all week. When the sun ducked behind clouds yesterday it actually felt a little chilly. Maybe it’s the higher elevation (1,130 ft) or because we’re in a valley between Mount Greylock to the north and Brodie Mountain to the south. I don’t know, but whatever the reason, it’s pretty great.
Thinking Ahead
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!
Longer Hose Wanted
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.
Jacks Up, Ready to Roll
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.
Russian Roulette
One of the things you give up as a perpetual traveler is comfortably familiar places: The corner cafe where you can settle in with a book; your favorite place to take a walk; or that great restaurant where you know exactly what you’re going to order before you arrive. The old tried and true just doesn’t exist for someone who’s changing zip codes once or twice a week. Normally that’s a good thing. But not always.
Does anyone want to place a wager on whether “John” here has any idea how to cut hair?





















