Last week was a lot. Apropos of nothing, Obi, my four-year-old, sweetest and gentlest 70 lb shar pei mix, woke up in pain in the middle of the night. Within hours, he was paralyzed at an RV campground in Tennessee.
RVing with parrots–specifically my large parrots–seemed like a bad idea at first.
Honesty, I was worried. Really worried. You see, my problem child, Vi, has a screaming problem. I seriously worried about traveling ANYWHERE with her, let alone all the way to Denver and back.
We started thinking about how to give our parrots all the comforts of home in the small space of an RV without sacrificing our sanity. This is what we came up with, and after one eight week trip, we’ve had no problems!
We made it home! We discovered that driving in giant chunks is definitely a better way to go… if you have to work. If you don’t have to work, the 3-by-3-by-3 rule is important. Drive three hours (if you get tired out by driving) or three hundred miles or until 3 pm, whichever comes first—then stay for three days.
Well, here we are! We’ve been in Fort Collins for a few weeks, and have been living full-time in our Class C RV for over six weeks now. I’ve learned quite a bit about myself and my wonderful little family. Here are some key take-aways.
I love discovering new foods all around the world, to taste what everyone around the globe does. I realized it’s one way I feel connected to the greater universe.
So, that brings me to one of my travel goals: to sample the local dishes from every region, and learn the history of local cuisines.
My partner, Jason, is no stranger to that RV life. He full-timed for nearly three years in various and sundry RVs. There’s a lot of glamour surrounding #RVlife, but the reality of it is, well… not quite as enchanting. Why are we making plans to hit the road?