THE LURE OF THE RV

I want an RV.

There I said it. It's out in the open.  There's no turning back.

At some point during The Route 66 Years the open road calls, and many wanderlust souls respond by buying an RV.  Now I want to be one of them.

RVs epitomize this middle-age phase of life.  They allow us to roam the country, without deadlines or accountability, in close quarters with the person we love the most. We can also bring our dogs.

My sister and her husband are RV champions. Last year, they bought a used Class B Pleasure-Way.  The name alone must have captivated them.  Then they took six weeks and embarked on the adventure of a lifetime.

They drove the 1,390 mile ALCAN highway that cuts through the Canadian Yukon from British Columbia to Alaska. Suffice it to say, it involved plenty of gas, and even more duct tape.  Your imagination can fill in the rest.   

Then they took a ferry ride home, across the vast Pacific. 

Now that's adventure. 

They sent pictures throughout their trek. The scenery was spectacular, but couldn't match the joy on their faces.  I wanted to get up from my desk, and join in the fun. But they were a world away.  Plus, I had clients waiting. 

There are times in life when we need to throw caution to the wind, and flee.   To leave responsibility behind, and just live purposely, with wild abandon, and deliberate joy.  An RV can help, or so I'm told.

I hope to confirm that fact, firsthand, soon.  From the road.  Duct tape in hand.