Went RV shopping at the Peoria Civic Center with the Grandparents yesterday. I think we looked through 50 RV's and had a blast. The kids, of course, fell in love with a giant $100,000 Class A that was twice the size of the Partridge Family bus. They had bunk beds with curtains and TV/DVD players for each bunk.
Two words...not happening. If you haven't looked at an RV lately, by the way, you have no idea how much like a home they are.
My father grew up on the farm and, as I watched him sit behind the wheel of a nice RV yesterday, I could see him thinking about selling their house and parking an RV by different lakes across the country, living near nature. His parents had a camper on a lake that we used to stay at for a week when I was a kid. We'd fish during the day and play cards with the complete strangers we met in the evening...falling asleep appreciating the moon's reflection on the lake.
I inherited some of that. I can look at the beauty of a lake, or mountain, or valley, or most of creation and find a peace unknown to the hustle and bustle we typically live in. It's good.
But we realized we needed to decide what kind of trip we're taking. A trip in an RV is not a city trip, it's a country trip. It's a more relaxed trip. A year around the USA in hotels, however, is more comprehensive, and probably a bit more hectic.
We decided with our goal of promoting organ donation, working with the media, and seeing all the important sites, this trip needs to be a city trip. We need to be highly mobile and able to park anywhere. It's a hotel trip.
Unless, of course, one of our corporate sponsors decides otherwise.
We will do a nature trip someday, though, where we get to park by a mountain and a lake. We have to. The mom hears the lapping of the ocean waves in her dreams, and I "need" the mountains. Maybe after the kids are off to college, who knows, but we'll get there. In fact, we just might look over and see the grandparents in a nearby RV, looking for someone to play cards with.
-the dad
(The only reason I can have these dreams is because my hero, Annie, was an organ donor. Click
HERE so you can be a hero to someone too.)