We’re impulsive people. During the Christmas holidays, facing a 15 hour drive to Denver, we seriously contemplated buying a used RV from Craigslist. Food. . .Potty Breaks. . .Movement. . .naps in a bed. . . we figured we’d cut that drive time in HALF. Then the adult voice of reason overwhelmed the egg-nogged drunk voice of “Let’s DO IT!” and we decided that we first better rent one and see if this was the answer to our travel prayers.
So for Spring Break Scott rented us a 31 footer that sleeps ten–just in case we decided to add to our family along the way. The sides slid out to make more room. It had one bathroom just a dime-size bigger than a closet And a kitchenette that held about a gallon of milk. I brought nearly every blanket we had in the house (but not enough Honey Bunches of Oats and half-way through our trip a near mutiny occurred).
Luke and Will once again packed their own stuff. This time they got the right amount of underwear (read here about last Spring Break) but only enough pants for four days and socks for three. Will forgot his jacket. They returned home with most of the clean underwear.
Grandma Lucy made sure we had an essential piece. We put a little on the dashboard and then on certain members of the family.
While we were busy packing and stuffing the RV, Dylan decided that he would get dressed back into his pajamas. He hid his shoes and we didn’t realize that we didn’t have his shoes until we were driving out of city limits. We turned around.
We let Marc take a turn at the wheel. . .just kidding. He would have though. . .he said it wouldn’t be a problem.
Napping in the RV was THE BEST. If for no other reason, this was the best way to travel for the napping people.
Don’t look at the pile of trash. . .just notice the guy making the breakfast tacos.
We hung our dirty laundry out to dry.
In the mornings, we’d open the RV and the kids would spill out and play. . .and play. . .and play. . .
We blew a tire on I10 as we were passing a semi. Everyone was fine. Exited and pulled over right next to a playground which seemed a little too coincidental.
In the next few days I’ll be writing about the two Texas State Parks and the National Park Monument and the McDonald Observatory that we visited.
Let me cut to the chase: EVERYONE SHOULD TRY THIS AT LEAST ONCE. It was fun. chaotic. unexpected. funny. cold. bright. engaging. breath-taking. bonding. unusual. exhilarating. out-of-our-comfort-zone. new. expanding. messy. dirty. And we’d do it again in a heartbeat!