Well, that didn't take long. One summer camping in a 23-foot travel trailer changed our lives. We were hooked. Glamping, it seems, has become an obsession. So much so that we sold our dear little Cora and bought great big Fiona. A 30-foot Jayco.
It was sort of hard for me at first. Letting go. She was so very cute, our little Cora, and she had personality and was just the perfect little weekender trailer. However, we found out that weekends weren't our bag. 2 or 3 weekers were our bag, so to speak. So, we sold Cora, and when Fiona arrived, we packed her up, and away we went. It's true, Fiona doesn't quite have the same looks or personality as Cora, but I've tried hard to make her homey. We decided that we'd travel for 2 weeks every month. We started in April. We've gone from Virginia to Michigan to New York and all points in between. I am now exhausted. No, not really. I had fun. And I'm a little tired. I'll admit it.
Fiona, though, is pretty stinking awesome if I do say so myself. She's big, has 2 recliners, a fold-out sofa bed, a nice sized dinette, tons of storage, a huge shower, more storage, and a real closet in the bedroom. I'm in glamper heaven. Camping for 2 weeks or more in Fiona is just like living in a really tiny house. In fact, we now call her our little Paris apartment on wheels. The only thing missing is a washer/dryer. And most campgrounds have very nice laundry rooms. So, I'm all set.
And we did get to go to most of the locations that we were shut off last year due to the pandemic. Finally. It's been a great summer. We still haven't camped in Canada yet, but will most likely be able to go without restrictions next spring. That's our hope, anyway! We've had our vaccines, including our boosters, and predictions are that the virus is waning, so we're praying hard for some sort of normalcy to return. It has felt much better this year.
It's kind of funny, this nomad life of ours. I love going, yet about halfway through our trips, I am overwhelmed with homesickness. I ride it through, though, and then I'm good to go for another week. I think we're home now for most of the fall months, we might do a weekend or 2 here or there, and then winter will set in.
I'm sure we will sit down on some snowy evening, fireplace burning, laptops opened, and we'll be planning our spring/summer trips for next year. We're already talking about going to Yellowstone, Canada, and the East Coast shoreline.
For me (I'll just speak for myself), I am feeling an urgency due to age, I think. I want to travel, see the sights, hike, and explore--before my energy runs out. I know, hard to imagine. But the feeling is there deep down inside. Go now, before it's too late. It's got to be an age thing.
And, then, there's Europe. Oh, man. How I long for Europe. I want to get on a plane and fly so badly. I want to step off that plane and hear a foreign language. I want to walk cobblestone streets again and eat great food. I want to see old buildings and be in a different culture. And hotels! Did I mention hotels? I haven't stayed in a hotel in almost 2 years. That's a record for me! When will it happen again? I don't know. When it does, though, I'll write about it. Oh, will I ever! However, until then, it's all about the glamping life.
