The Reluctant Traveler

Let’s just clear something up from the beginning. This is a travel blog. This is a blog about beginners learning to live in an RV. This is a blog about wanderlust. This blog is about the quest for adventure. As you journey with us, you will get a peek into our dream of escaping the rat race and a quest to live life on our own terms. As the author of this blog, I need to out myselfIMG_4220. The above may make me sound like a risk taking, adventure seeking, nomad wannabe, but nothing could be further from the truth. I do not fly well. I get sea-sick. I am hesitant to ever travel on a train after a disturbing experience going cross-country on an Amtrak. Sometimes I even have anxiety about road trips, which is often preceded by having anxiety about having anxiety about road trips. I am a reluctant traveler.  I am also the girl who gets motion sickness rolling out of bed. It’s a whole thing.

Sometimes I even have anxiety about road trips, which is often preceded by having anxiety about having anxiety about road trips.

I’ve spent most of my adult life in the throes of high-functioning anxiety. This is to say I am not one to be paralyzed by fear or immobilized by dread. I do not pull the covers over my head and say “not today” when the anxiety overwhelms me. Most of the time, I dive head-long into outlasting, outperforming, inexhaustible perfectionism. This entrance to the RV-lifestyle will be no different. Eventually my heart will palpitate a little less, I will get my sea legs and learn to walk to the back to get my purse (like I was unwilling to the other day while Gary was driving), and slowly but surely, I will overcome the things that terrify me.

Our first venture out in our RV was intentionally close to home. We were close enough to swim across the Shenandoah and hike up Appalachian Trail to get home, over the river and through the woods. Earlier that day we dropped our car off at the campground because we wanted to make sure we had a vehicle available if we needed or forgot something (which of course we did!) but also because I needed the practice of riding in the motorhome before we take off next weekend for a four-hour trip to Pennsylvania.

The weather was on the cooler side of perfect the first night but we were able to enjoy sitting by the campfire. The next day it rained all. day. long.  Fortunately we had no plans other than to familiarize ourselves with074 Harpers Ferry KOA our rig and learn how things work.

The KOA in Harpers Ferry was lovely, quiet, and not very busy mid-week. Historical markers lined the woods with commemoration of significant moments in the Civil War. We had nobody near us for the first 24 hours. The second night an Airsteam motor coach (somewhat of a unicorn) pulled in next to us on the driver’s side. We woke up the next morning with another neighbor two spaces away in a fifth-wheel. We hadn’t even heard them come in.

There is a lot we still have to learn – but we will take it one day and one mile at a time.

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