RVs and the Wide Open

Ishy Christine, Quartzsite Sunset,  April 9, 2018

RV’s and the Wide Open

Rolled up to the campgrounds and set up their tents. Ready for a

gathering from all over.Selling trinkets, and t shirts, fruit and

jewelry in the back of their vans. They Travel the West like modern day pioneers.They live off the grid, on generators and septic tanks.  The open

 the road is their world and they hang their clothes to dry. Campfires

are built as smoke fills the air.They bring out guitars and tambourines and laugh and sing to old southern rock songs.Sharing Stories of adventure, driving to Mount Rushmore and then Old faithful all

in a daze work. Sometimes making it from coast to coast all in a week.

Their house goes where they go. When it

gets too cold some drive down to Florida.  And when it gets too hot in Florida they head up north to Maine.  When they crave the city, they’ll even park in a lot in New York City.

And when they crave the country, they’ll take to the high deserts. 

Inside this stone structure they get together and set up shop,sharing stories of life on the road, new adventures in a new land,  and struggles that they look back on and laugh. .

A life of permanent travel I’m in awe of.  But I’d eventually miss the warmth and comfort of a stable home, daily familiarity, friends and family close by, not having to hustle or worry about where I’m going to pee.