We have mostly had big rigs in our fulltimer past life. Usually 34-36 feet and often a fifth wheel towed by a pickup. This limited the kinds of places we could park. We almost always wanted a big pull-through because backing the fifth wheel was almost surely a way to get us raving at each other. Mixed hand signals ):
The Shorter Version |
The Long Trailer |
Sooo....As of late we have been reading blogs of adventurous travelers who choose only to park in public campgrounds, parking lots, and lo, back in the woods. Our present rig is a Class C 31 footer. Geez, it will go into almost any public campground. Most have a maximum of 34 feet. Oh Boy, a whole new world has opened up.
Going out West |
Can we survive without our large and homey rig? Will all we think we need fit into this smaller unit. Probably, yes to all those concerns. Many folks travel in much smaller units, but we are two and a hair overweight, plus the space consuming cat. Boo Boo.
We spent yesterday, yes, the last day of the terrible, awful summer this year, looking at public campgrounds. They are beautiful and plentiful, especially in October when we will travel. Summer is another story. You cannot make reservations some places after Labor Day. So, it is first come, first, served. The planning has begun. 50 days to blastoff. More to Come. C, H, and Boo too.
In Memoriam of our "granddog" Mr. Wiggles.
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