Is it possible to have a romantic relationship when traveling on the road? Little did I know I’d get the chance to ask myself that question. Of course isn’t that always the way it is? We meet someone interesting when least expecting it. So apparently, the answer is, yes! I’ve met a handsome, confident, funny, giving, smart, sweet man, who sees me, gets me and supports me daily. He happens to be a talented chef and entrepeneur. He is also extremely kind and thoughtful. Gil, I’m so happy you are in my life!
I’m fairly private when it comes to our story, but I did feel I should mention my change in direction. I know those of you who figured it out before this point are smiling. Also, no offense if you are one of those modern day internet couples whose story grows online, or if you are the couple who lives in the same space but communicate to each other on social media. For me, when it comes to my romantic world I’m pretty private, and mostly share with my partner, or our circles. Of course a lot happens online these days so to each his or her own. For nowm I’ll stick to old fashioned methods of sharing.Anyhow…. back to the original question……Apparently, living this lifestyle attracts quality men. You have to be the kind of guy who is confident and secure with yourself and your own life to be willing to say yes to someone who has the opportunity to float about free like a dragonfly, changing directions with the wind. To be a guy who can hang with a solo stream sister you have to be someone who is whole on his own, has his own life talents and things going on, yet is flexible enough to find a way to make things work, and make the time we have, quality time. As for me, I found Airstream Life has really taught me to be in the moment, and know that everything figures its way out. I don’t have to have all of the answers. With all that is going on in the world right now I have to remind myself of that. If you don’t slow down and enjoy the journey you miss the beauty. In terms of “Tiny Adventures” I have learned I love the desert and the river so along with meeting this beautiful soul, it made sense to me to make the desert my home base. I’ll be having a lot of fun building my presence in the art community nearby, still enjoying my travels and road trips in a town near you someday soon, but doing so with this as a base for me, while enjoying getting to know this man. I have realized that for me and my reality having to be constantly on the move because I have to is not as glamorous as it sounds. Ironically, some of the you tubers and travel bloggers I have followed, have come to similar conclusions in their journeys. Getting to be on the move because I have chosen to travel somewhere is much more fun. I still am 100% on living tiny, as it allows me to actually live very large! I also believe having a base will allow the future travels I choose to be more interesting then some of the places I have stopped out of necessity. Traveling solo is great but having a companion to share it with will be cool too. You may also notice my blog taking a gradual turn to sharing more about my art and what it means to be an artist living in an Airstream.
So one question I get a lot of is where do you stay? Where do you park? One way to stay somewhere is through the County Parks system. Of course there are State Parks, where you typically need a state park pass, and National Parks which the same would apply. There are also a lot of gems in local County Parks. Especially in California, a state that is not super RV friendly. Most parks in California only allow you to stay for fourteen days at a time and also have a limited number of days you can stay in a year which means if you want to stay in California you need to know how to dance about to different parks mixing it up.
Eventually I knew I would have to get on the road. Once again, I was keeping an eye on my routes, the wind, and weather reports as well as the locations of the fires. Getting caught up in that was definitely not a goal.
In my last days at the park, the only thing interesting was this faint sound of an announcer on a megaphone every once in awhile in the distance. I thought what is that? Is there some event going on somewhere close? Hmmmm….When I finally listened carefully to it and made out what they were saying….. “Prisoner number 65411….. bla bla…. bla bla… bla bla”…. I broke out cracking up. Will I go back there? Um….. yah…. time will tell. We’ll see what else might be available if I find myself in fire filled Southern California again. I’m still laughing.
Ummmm… yah… here I would learn a lesson I should have gotten day one. I looked back through my videos of my introduction to my trailer life and felt a little less stupid since this lesson was not underscored. But still…. it became so obvious after I almost killed myself and all of my RV friends down on the lower hill. By the way, I never told them, so until they follow my blog, they will never know their lives flashed before me one night.
If you have been following me you know I started fulltiming at East Shore RV which since then has been taken over by Bonelli Bluffs. Its the same park, just not as full timer friendly. I put aside my ethics on the takeover and the changes for a flash in order to enjoy the privilege of parking in the most sought after sites in the park. These are the kind of spots with views that make your friends who think you have lost your mind, take a pause and say wow. They get it. They in a second understand why someone would fulltime in an RV. The views are amazing and you never have to hire someone to mow the lawn or work insane hours at a job to keep up the lifestyle. Anyhow, I decided I wanted to enjoy the views of the privileged parking spots in Bonelli. I have to say I had mixed emotions. I was glad to commune with my old neighbors and friends who still full time there…. although most have left. I loved the serene, meditative views. But I did feel a tiny piece of loneliness as the full timers’ community has taken a hit and no longer really exists in the physical space of the park, although it will always live on via cell phones and social media.
Anyhow… one real lesson learned here came about when I was hitching up to leave. By now I have learned that my style is to pack up the evening before so all I need to do in the morning is get up and drive off. When attempting to hitch I realized I was on a slight slant towards the cliff. This is the same cliff that I had enjoyed the prime view for the last few weeks. Now this cliff had become a source of terror as I kept failing to hitch and watched the sun slowly setting and turning into darkness. There was no way, now that I figured out what was going on that I was going to sleep before hitching and ensuring my safety. You see, I was on a slight slant towards this cliff, which made it difficult to line up my hitch. Each time I tried to lower the trailer onto the hitch I realized it was not in allignment and I had to raise it up again. It would oh so slightly, while shaking the ground a bit with its sense of 8,000 lbs of power, slip an eight of an inch or quarter of an inch closer to the cliff. F—-! Well….. silly me did not realize, you are not suppose to remove the chocks before hitching up again. As a matter of fact, I thought the chocks were just a nice addition to keep the trailer from bouncing about on its four wheels when walking around inside and not really needed. Little did I know before this, that the chocks are something you must put down before you unhitch and you must not take up until after you are hitched back up again. The chocks keep your trailer from rolling and crashing down a beautiful bluff like Bonelli and crushing your friends camped below and totalling your trailer and killing you, if you happen to be in it that is.
Since then, now that I live on the river where the sand can give way to mini grand canyons, I always throw down my chocks. Lesson learned… thankfully with only a small bit of movement.
BTW…. before my hitch and chock lesson I did manage to knock out one more painting. Sorry the original sold before I even finished it, and I’m happy to say I got my best price ever. I mention that because those who have a dream of doing something I have found if you believe in yourself others will too! I do have replicas available for anyone who wants to support my love of the arts and travel. Love you guys!
“The Dance” – Acrylic on Museum Canvas, 36 x 36 SOLD!
When I last left you I was just pulling in to Emerald Cove, a part of the Colorado River Adventures, a vacation package membership for RV folk. I spent two hours listening to a vacation package deal and in return got twenty days free parking at one of their campgrounds. I chose Emerald Cove, right down the river from where I would end up wintering this year. Besides hitting the back end of Monsoon season, an ongoing theme of my most recent travels, it was perfect. I mean I have been running from weather since Pismo Beach so I guess there is no surprise there. I watched as the rushing water slowly rose higher and higher in the parking lot behind me, wondering at what point I would need to hitch up and get out of there. On occasion I would check my “ghetto wooden window” but I have to say, those guys at the RV shop in Minnesota, did me a solid as not even a hint of leaking through my broken window.
There were more fun neighbors to meet, learn from and hang out with, two large pools and hot tubs surrounding the bar and grill and TVs. I got to liking the hot dog and fries and little too much. And in the mornings and mid week when all of the party people were either asleep or headed back to their day jobs, the river was all mine. Mine and Dudley’s that is. We began falling in love with the gorgeous scenery here.
By this time, I was seriously looking forward to my upcoming gig where I’d get to sit still for five months. I had zero regrets on the fun sitting still and listening to a two hour sales pitch gave me. As a matter of fact, I have five more free days to use up at the park, and the deal they were selling was actually a good deal if I had, had the extra money to blow and knew I might eventually want to make this area a home base. So I say, listen to the sales pitch! 🙂
BTW… if you have an interest in purchasing any of my work… original or replicas, send me a message and we will talk. Thanks for supporting my art and travels.