Monday, October 29, 2012
We Three Gypsies
Here’s where we’ve lived since May--at an old KOA campground in Virginia. Work had brought me back to the great commonwealth for a couple of months, so, my gracious in-laws offered the use of their RV rather than trying to find a short-term rental. Well, a couple of months turned into half of a year, but no complaints from us. Since Little d and I got together a decade and some change ago, we’ve done a great deal of traveling and have accepted we are gypsies. This adventure has been a first with our little charmer in tow. She seemed to enjoy it just as much, given she spent hour after hour at the campground’s pool and playground all summer long.
From the vantage of a writer, the number of characters that passed through this campsite is a lifetime of material. Good folks--and a few nuts--who are just trying to get by in a rough-and-tumble economy, stopping by, sharing a beer or two, and swapping stories by the fire.
Now, here we are in our final week, and, as the campground prepares to close for the winter season, what do we get: Hurricane Sandy. I could’ve done without her but, still, it’s been a memorable experience.
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Looks very peaceful.
I miss my gypsey family!!!
You have the nicest in-laws.
Gorgeous. Take care please.
Beautiful fall colours, nice RV, great in-laws. Take care and hunker down.
It looks like a beautiful spot, and great writing fodder.
Be very careful.
That we do, Mates. And a top of the line sister. :)
Will do, Patti. Power was just restored.
Colors around here are fabulous this year, Reb.
Leah, Scores of stories have resulted from this adventure. Now to get them down.
Very cool. In many of the state parks and other campgrounds they hire a camp host to basically live in a trailer on site. Basically free rent. lots of characters and time to write. Sounds like you're already living that dream. Glad you weathered the storm OK.
We were asked here, Kent. But the idea of living with no running water (we have to winterize the trailer) had very little appeal. Still for a single, adventurous, writer it's a likable idea.
I wish I had more gypsy genes in me but I'm very much a homebody
Well I am a homebody once I get to where were going, Charles. Does that count? Make sense?
beautiful landscape....nothing like the east coast! super cool in-laws...hugs to all.
glad you guys doing o.k. through Sandy! love sg
Unknown, Super in-laws indeed.
Thanks, Daisy. And thanks for taking care of SC.
People never take me seriously that my dream would be to live in an RV, or even just a freakin' van or something, at least part (or most) of the year. If Julia ever wises up and kicks me to the curb, that's where you'll find me (or, more likely, not be ABLE to find me).
Chris, I'm there with you, friend. Just traveling from state to state and living life to the fullest. I have a feeling in another ten to fifteen years that is exactly what Little d and I will be doing.
It takes the soul of a wanderer to be content without a permanent address. As a younger man, I loved striking out on the open road. I loved the Glen Campbell song, "By the Time I Get to Phoenix." Now I realize I was just desperate to get away from home.
These days, I like having the same view outside my windows every morning, even if the house I live in is underwater.
Underwater? What's going on there, Ron? And did you get the new (and probably last) Glen Campbell collection? Well worth it.
Looks like a beautiful place. Thanks for sharing.
Here in the Phoenix area we are used to seeing scads of fifth-wheels and trailers, vans, etc., as the snowbirds emigrate in and out. Not a lifestyle anymore that I would want to pursue.
Thanks for stopping by LaVerne!
And it may not be for me in another decade or so, Oscar. But it work splendid this summer.
Underwater = market value less than mortgage.
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