Category Archives: RV

Road Porn

One of the favorite songs I’ve ever written, “So Be Glad” has been featured over at Road Porn. If you’re unfamiliar, and you probably are—there is a whole collection of sped up road trip footage from around the country (world?) that is put to music. The artist, Lucas Papaelias has taste in music that I can vouch for. Perfect for parties or any other occasion you’d like some ambient music and visuals.

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Desert Daze

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Driving from New Mexico to Utah baby Visa started screaming. She had been an angel sent from heaven the whole day and put up with a long day’s drive, but finally she had had enough. She desperately wanted out of her car seat. Meanwhile Rickard is looking at the map and swears we only have 20-30 minutes before we reach the next town. He wants to keep pulling through until we get there. The sun is blazing, its at least 100 degrees and I’m behind the wheel with a decision to make. I cut off the highway onto a side road where we can park, pull out the awning, and fix a quick lunch with breathtaking views of the desert mountains and allow little Visa to stretch her legs, walk around some, and soothe her empty stomach with some quinoa.

Rickard wasn’t pleased, but he put up with it. I park about a mile down a side road into a patch of open sand. I get out of the RV to release the awning and notice that there are a lot of burrowed holes in the ground, just about the perfect size for a snake. Could there be rattlesnakes out here? Probably. Damn it.

It’s so hot we have to sacrifice some decency. None of us wear pants. But that’s okay because in our 90 minute break not one car passes us on the road.

We haven’t showered in several days at this point. We’re sticky and feeling uncomfortable in our bodies. Rickard avoids the sun because of his sensitive ginger complexion, but its sweltering in the RV. Thunder rolls in the background and the wind suddenly picks up and starts fighting the awning and making awful noises. Visa is playing underneath and I get suddenly paranoid that the whole thing will fall on her, maiming our toddler, helpless in the desert. I yell for Rickard’s help to quickly fold in the awning in anticipation of an approaching storm. He doesn’t want to come outside because of the hot sun. He’s paranoid of skin cancer. I’m paranoid the awning will kill our 1-year-old. We start yelling at each other. I fumble with the awning, only having successfully retracted it once before, weeks ago. I yell at Rickard to help me again. He’s in his underwear and doesn’t want to come outside. I beg him to put some shoes on and help me. So he does. He also gets a hat– my wide-brimmed flimsy hat which is supremely feminine and nothing a 6’4″ gentleman should ever wear, especially in his underwear and converse. We finally get the awning up and pack ourselves in the RV as fast as we can and head to the next town as if the open space and exposure are together a hungry tiger out to get us.

I don’t think we’ll ever live in the desert.

Shenandoah

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Can you believe dreams come true? I remember several years ago living in New Orleans, alone and desperately wanting love and a family. My love of spontaneous travel brought me there, my love for music kept me there. Transients rolled in and out of town on a regular basis. There was a young couple that came through, I don’t remember their names. The guy wore a leather jacket. The girl was blonde. Together they bought a school bus for $3,000 and converted it into their home. They cooked meals on a hot plate and had a big bed and two chairs. They parked it on Chartres st and walked everyday into the French Quarter to busk. She played viola. I remember being very envious. They had love. They had a home–one they could travel in no less. They had music in their lives on a daily basis.

Today I hiked through Shenandoah National Forest on the north side of the Blue Ridge Mountains, with my daughter and husband. We did so immediately after waking up in our RV that we paid for cash (we’re homeowners!). We stretched and exercised listening to the radio this morning as the mist came through the mountain and my daughter played with a caterpillar.

It feels good and I feel more than blessed.

 

RV life begins

I’m a little scared of what we’re doing. We have a one-year-old and we sold almost everything we own and have bought an RV to live in, work from, and travel with. We’re currently in Washington D.C. We spent two nights with my mom who is currently here for job training, but leaving tonight. We didn’t even get to spend enough quality time with her because we were wrestling traffic, juggling car rentals and RV purchases and messing about with logistical problems to solve.

I find when I’m scared and especially tired, I’m not as kind as I should be. I’ve been very short with Rickard, which I regret. There is a heat wave over the next week and I’m a little scared about it. We have air conditioning in the RV, we just have to be hooked up to electrical in order to enjoy it. If we were to get solar panels (a $5,000 investment) we could boondock anywhere and still enjoy AC. That’s how they do it in Slab City.

The wisdom will come.

Right now the baby woke up and we have to pack up, arrange our things in our new home on wheels, and fix some things.