Freedom isn’t quite the right word, because we are always free. At any given moment you could quit your job, make a phone call to a travel agency and assuming you have the funds, book a flight to just about anywhere. But who actually does that? No one. We have the freedom to do that, but in most circumstances it’s not a viable option. There are too many obligations and ties both physical and mental to the situation we are in and it limits our options.
RVing opens up more possibilities, more options. I have less stuff to bog me down now, and I’m no longer tied into a year long lease (or a mortgage) so I have more freedom to travel. Here at Stoney Crest I’m paying from month to month. If something were to happen that would require me to be elsewhere, it wouldn’t be as big of a issue.
Everyone whom I know knows I live in the Casita now and that I intend to travel in it. They expect that at some point I’ll be moving on, but instead of straining relationships it makes it easier in a way. I get to be totally honest with people now, about who I am and what I want to do. It makes conversations more genuine and real even if they don’t share my viewpoint.
And today I finally had a chance to appreciate this freedom. On one end of the campground past the owner’s residence, a dirt track leads down to a salt marsh creek. It’s a short walk, and a very beautiful place. When I went this afternoon the temperature was coming back down and there was a nice breeze keeping the bugs away. Crabs scuttled along the ground and birds chirped and sung in the trees. I’m pretty sure I saw a pair of Painted Buntings, but I couldn’t get my camera up fast enough to get a picture.
I want more days like this, where when I get done with work I can go exploring and be outside without having to drive thirty minutes to get there. Right now the outlook looks promising.
Now for a little about the move. Let me say that if you can avoid having to move out of your old place and into an RV at the same time, for the love of Pete do it. Unless you like the trial by fire approach.
Since I didn’t travel in it even once before the move I had no idea where stuff was going to fit, or how the various systems worked. In fact I still don’t have my stabilizer jacks down, and haven’t used the water heater yet. A further complication was the fact that my roommate is only going to be living with me in the RV for a few months, so all of her stuff (and our shared stuff that she will be using in a new apartment that I no longer needed) needed to go into a storage lot.
It made for a very hectic week. But now that the worst of it is over and I had time to get a full night’s sleep again I can liken it to pulling a band-aid off in one quick motion. Momentarily painful, but over quick. And all and all, it went pretty well. We seem to have enough room for the necessary belongings, although it’ll take some time to get everything organized in the best way possible.
Getting the water set up was probably my silliest newbie moment so far. I got the pressure regulator, the water filter, and then the hose leading to the fresh water inlet all hooked up. I turned the water on, and did a happy dance when it didn’t immediately explode. Then I ran to the fresh water tank to wait. And wait. And wait. After a few minutes when I could no longer ignore the fact that the tank wasn’t filling up and I thought I had a problem. Yeah, turns out that’s the way it is suppose to work, the fresh water tank gets filled from a different outlet located in the back of the trailer. Good thing the previous owner gave me a huge binder of information including a diagram of the water system, which cleared up the confusion.
I also had some issues with the stabilizer jacks, there are a lot of ants around and I got bit or stung by a bad one when I was fiddling around with them. By the next morning my finger was good and swollen, but it’s getting better now. As it turns out, there isn’t enough clearance to lower them where I’m at since the back of the site is a little higher than the front. I’ll either have to get creative with my leveling blocks or move the trailer a bit.
For those of you who are or have RVed in the past, what was your most memorable newbie moment while learning the ropes? If you aren’t yet, what do you anticipate having the most problems learning? I haven’t yet had to mess with the sewer system since we’re going over to the campground restrooms whenever possible, but it seems everyone who has been for any length of time has a black water horror story to share. If that’s the price for admittance into this wonderful lifestyle that lets me go where I want and see more of the world then I think I’m okay with that.It's good to share: