I never saw a live pig until I was 19. I was raised in Miami Beach in the 1950s and led a sheltered life. So, how does a spoiled, scaredy cat, mid-century girl end up with her very own travel trailer driving cross country alone? Here’s the skinny …
We took a hard look at our finances when I retired and concluded that if I wanted to go, do & see everything on my list I’d have to find a creative way to go, do & see. The most economical way for us to travel is by camping although up til then I considered camping staying at a cheap motel. I investigated RVs, campers and travel trailers before deciding that a Casita Spirit was the perfect travel trailer for me. Ultra-light for easy towing and all the amenities I need packed into 17 feet of fiberglass. I also had to find the perfect vehicle to tow the little cutie & eventually bought a Kia Sorento. Then all I needed to do was learn how to hook it up, tow it, back it up and set it up!
After almost killing each other on our first couple of trips, I realized that this camper travel thing was my dream, not Kurt’s and he did not want to participate in every one of my hare-brained adventures. I needed to learn to travel alone if I wanted to be Wander Woman and must overcome my fears of the dark, the great outdoors and all things creepy-crawly or I had to give up my going, doing, seeing. So, I did.
I traveled to Long Key State Park at Mile Marker 62 in the Florida Keys and backed into a campsite by myself yesterday. I then set up camp and began my blog by the ocean.
Let the adventures begin!