The wherefore and the why

Then I got to thinking what makes you want to go

To know the wherefore and the why
So many times now, oh Lord I can't remember
If it's September or July

We've had mild weather in Va so far this winter. Today was rainy but I dreamed of camping and getting away. This was how we camped:

Our 1973 Westfalia Camper on it's first camping trip with it's new owners. Putting up the road to PA at 55 or so MPH, the distinct engine sound of an air cooled motor purring up the highway. We camped with a group of other people and quickly got used to the efficiency of the bus

It's cozy, and you share tight spaces, but it felt so nice to sleep in.

Even with the addition of the Vista, we'll still be camping in the bus from time to time. But rust is starting to take its toll and it will need to go to the metal doctor soon. But then I'm starting to rust also, little by little. The change takes time, too long sometimes. There is lots to think about and plan and decide. Yet you can't let thought freeze you from action.

Why it is what it is

Late last year while surfing the 'net, I came across a term "full-timers" and as I looked into it, my wanderlust kicked in. Living full-time in and RV. Going from place to place blown like a tumbleweed wherever fate, luck, destiny, and faith blow us. I looked at websites, I read adventures. It's winter in Virginia and I dreamed.



So looking led me to RV places. Class A, Class B, Class C Class Dollars!!!!!! Yeah, thats right, these things run into serious dollars sometimes. But we'll keep looking to get ideas and designs and.........

Just in on trade. 2003 Winnebago Vista 21B. And it's less then 100 miles from the house. 24 hours go by. Think........

Then 48 hours........... " I had mentioned it to Donna and then said, "hey, it's not going to hurt to go take a look at it to see what we think"........ In the meantime, I had already contacted the bank to get pre-approved on financing and had the approval letter in my pocket for their asking price. We arrived and this place is huge!!! I'll save that for another post.

A couple of hours later, amidst 100K to 250K rigs, we made an offer after we had walked away, and it was accepted. So here is the first picture of our "careless whimsy"

and yes, that is my 1973 Westfalia Camper in front of it. A great little camper with 67 HP, not much room compared to:


The dreaming and scheming begins. Should we? Can we? Will we? I have to remember that one of the most destructive killer of dreams is the word "BUT" So follow along as I work through what has to be worked through to see if we can break the bonds of self-inflicted conformity.