The Absolute WORST thing about living in an RV

Ugh! This is the absolute WORST thing about living on the road in an RV… saying goodbye to amazing friends.

For the past week, our family has been at a KOA in Petaluma, CA. Now, there are a few things that I did not care for about this campground, but our kids had the best time with some great friends.

Granted, we get to meet loads of terrific people on a weekly basis as we travel across the U.S of A. However, there are some occasions that the friends are traveling full time just like we are, and most of the time our kids all just “click.”

“Hey, Mom, they homeschool too!” Love it!

There was a group of about 10-15 kids that had an absolute blast together this week. Our kids loved every single minute that they could be outside playing on the giant playground with their friends. They played, ran, jumped, biked, traded Pokemon cards, and laughed until the sun went down.

I think I had to remind Emma and Jensen every day to eat lunch. They didn’t ask to play video games at all. They even jumped out of bed every morning to get their chores and studies finished in order to join their friends for the rest of the afternoon.

It was a fabulous experience for them and for me!

The moms of the kids that got along so well were splendid souls themselves. I was happy to meet them and tell them “You have great kids.” (We moms love hearing that.)

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Yes, it was a sad evening for our kids when we told them to come in for dinner. The final night at the campground. was ending. Emma shed some tears. I know the treasure of good friends and the pain of the goodbyes.

It is the worst part of traveling and living in an RV.

Yours Truly,




Why I LOVE traveling in an RV

Out of all the questions a full time RV family encounters, we are rarely asked why we love the RV traveling lifestyle. When someone does occasionally ask me why I love it…my answer is as follows…

No matter where we are, we have our HOME with us. Yes, for the scaredy cat, chicken ,”worst case scenario” person that I am, having our home with us at all times is like a giant security blanket. We can pull over at any time and take a break in a place that FEELS like home to us.

Now, what does this home look like, you may ask. Well, I do plan on inviting you over for a little tour. We’ve had this rig since June 2017, and we have yet to make a video tour of our fifth wheel. I assure you, it’s not because you’re not welcome. (Is that a double negative? Where’s an English teacher when you need one?)

Our living and kitchen area…it is currently not this clean. 

In our case, our rig/home is filled with all of our belongings. From sports gear to pj’s, from pots and pans to snow gear, our home on wheels has just about everything we need.

If we’re dry camping or staying somewhere with full hookups, our rig gives the same feeling of home. We can put out the slide outs and instantly feel the “aahh, we’re home” relief.

Hotels are great to visit, but they don’t feel like home. Don’t get me wrong, an occasional stay at a nice hotel is relaxing, and our family loves staying in hotels.

But, they don’t have our favorite foods (Premier protein shakes and Chobani greek yogurt, anyone?) on hand. They don’t have our pillows or our clothing stocked and ready to go.

You probably get the point.

We are traveling homebodies. Our family is a conundrum.

Yours Truly,



The Truth About Living On The Road

When people ask where we live,  Mike and I often look at each other for a split second before we reply. We get it. Our lives are not what most people would consider normal. We know that some people may think that we are out of our minds; perhaps we are.

But, after the split second glance, we tell them we live in a fifth wheel and we travel the U.S. with our kids. “Kids? What ages?” is usually the next question. “Ten and seven” we answer, not in unison. “Well, what do they do for school?”

“School, I never thought about school before? Babe, have you considered school for our kids?” (This is the monologue in my head; I never actually say this.)

“Well, we homeschool.”

“Oh, that’s pretty neat.”

Most of the time, casual acquaintances go on their merry way.

We aren’t asked very often if we LIKE the lifestyle or what place is next on our journey. Hmm, I wonder why.

Every so often, we are asked how we live together, the four of us plus two dogs, in such a tiny space. So, I’ll tell you the truth.

We just do.

There you have it; the truth about living on the road is revealed.

We just do it.

As a family, we had this crazy idea that we could live within our means, explore the country, and enjoy the time our kids live with us all at the same time. We are doing just that.

Every single day…

Now, are there moments when I have to go for a walk by myself to avoid pulling my own hair out of my head? Absolutely, yes.

Are there moments when I really miss a dishwasher? or a washer and dryer that sit in my house? or having REAL walls between us and kids? Sure are!

BUT, those moments will never overshadow the amazing adventures we get to have as a family. Those moments will never be better than driving to a new city and feeling the “I can’t wait to see something new” feeling that we all feel. And those moments will never outshine the majesty of God’s creation all throughout this land we love.

We live simply. We have a limited amount of clothing that will fit in our rig; I wear the same clothes all the time. Emma and Jensen have only so much space to keep toys, and Mike can only store so much camera gear, tools, or whatever in our “tiny home on wheels”. We all have to part with things that would fit perfectly fine in a house.

Having very tiny kitchen area, we have to juggle pots and pans and dinner and dishes and art work and camera gear all on the same surface area. We sometimes have to pass on gifts from well meaning family and friends because we have so little space.

But, I (we) wouldn’t trade all the things that become so cumbersome for the thrill of visiting a new state park or museum or city.

As I stood at a vista point that was right next to the Golden Gate Bridge last Sunday, not one time during that several minutes of awe-filled wonder did I miss a single item that  I have had to part with to live on the road.


Those are the magical moments that will stay with us over any “thing”.

There it is, dear readers, the truth about living on the road.

Yours Truly,


Sticking With It

Today, I started week three of a twelve week workout program. This may not seem like much to you, BUT for ME, I have never stuck with a program longer than five sessions. Today is session number seven of this program. (My workout plan is from Strong Curves.)

Yes, I am one of those people who likes “shiny new” kinds of workouts or ideas or whatever. But I have noticed that I don’t give the new workout enough time to actually give me some results.

With my workout plan from the Strong Curves book, I have a progressively harder workout already scheduled out for me. I don’t have to think much other than “What the heck is that? Scrolls through book to index…Oh! Okay, I can do that!” (Sometimes, I have to venture over to YouTube to find a video of a person actually doing the new exercise.)

It’s a lesson in patience for me. It’s also a lesson in consistency. It’s a lesson in humility.

As I went through the warmup (with a foam roller), I noticed that I wasn’t as tense while I went from move to move. I was able to do the exercises for longer and with better form. Wow!

Are you trying something new? Are you staying consistent with it? I would love to hear about it.

Yours Truly,



The Gift of Nature

As we drove south on Highway 101 today, Mike and I were both convinced that the last four months of being out of the loop, be it internet, news, even movies, has been the best thing we could have ever done.

I don’t remember exactly what he said but we both agreed that being surrounded by nature with little outside world interference was a welcome change of pace. It was one that helped us take a real break and become more creative with what could be.

For instance, Mike has written around the 50,000 word count of a work of fiction, has finished the first episode of a small show we are going to make, and has felt recharged in seeking his place in the film industry. I have found my groove in my new strength training program, revitalized some personal goals, and refocused some areas of our homeschool routine.

Even our kids, Emma and Jensen, have benefited from being away from “normal” life, one that is filled with screens and opinions. It’s very grounding for all of us to take a step back and reassess what our family needs.

I will admit that my blog has taken a back seat as the internet connection was not conducive to consistent writing. But the break in technology was more of a pro than a con.

We are back in an rv park filled with people; and it will take a little while to become familiar with noise from other people. Our family was in a closed campground, completely separated from the campers we aided in the state park.

We’re looking forward to our new adventures that wind their way out in front of us like the curvy roads to the California coast. We’re not sure what the next year holds, but we’re all feeling energized and ready to tackle it.

Yours Truly,


Back to Normal

Odd, isn’t it that life just moves on. Even when something strange happens like something smashing through our back window on our truck, we still had to continue on to eat dinner and buy groceries.

The last post I left you with was a short description of how that happened. Since that day, we’ve had a birthday party for Emma (she’s 10!) and visited friends on the coast of California. (That US 1 route is no joke, but after driving out to Sinkyone Wilderness State Park, it was a cake walk. Click here to see pictures of our hike on the Lost Coast.)

We had a nice guy named Mike who owns “Joe’s Auto Glass” repair our back window. He works in Fortuna, California. If something comes crashing through your window and you’re near there, stop in “Joe’s Auto Glass” and ask for the owner, Mike. (Yep, that is hilarious to me. I have a weird sense of humor.)

Our family has some changes in store. On March 3rd, we will leave Richardson Grove and head south to the San Francisco Bay area. We are doing a “180” from our Pacific Northwest to Alaska plans, temporarily.

That is one fantastic pro of living in an RV. We can change our minds/plans and travel where we want to go. Absolutely splendid!

Our family of four also has some fun projects coming up. We will fill you in once they make a little more sense to us.

Tomorrow, Mike and I will install our new “mattress in a box” which is a first time purchase for us. We have never tried a mattress from a box before. Fingers crossed that the new bed will be awesome! Our current rv factory model mattress is adding to Mike’s back pain; that is hopefully what this new bed will remedy.

We’ve purchased new beds for Emma and Jensen as well. They’re excited to try those out when the beds arrive.

Our rig has a few things that need to be repaired, for instance our microwave keeps tripping the breaker it’s on. We tried replacing the breaker and even tried plugging the microwave into another outlet to no avail. We’ll keep trying to troubleshoot until we can get someone to look at it. If you, dear reader, have any ideas as to what could cause this, please send them my way.

Yours Truly,



We’re Okay

Today, our family was heading to a grocery store south of the state park we work in. If you’ve read our blog at all, you know that the state park is far from everything and driving an hour to the grocery store is a weekly occurrence for us.

While I was driving down the small highway, something struck the passenger window behind me. We heard glass shatter, and I quickly pulled over. Mike grabbed his coat and forced all of the glass from the inside of the truck out the window before it came crashing into the car.

Emma was sitting in the seat behind me, but thankfully, she had bent over to watch a video that Mike had made for film school. She was wearing headphones and didn’t hear the crash of glass.

Whatever it was did not make it into our vehicle. We turned around to see if someone had thrown something at the truck and found a safe place to pull off the road. As Mike was climbing up the embankment close to where our truck was hit, a California Highway Patrol Officer happened to drive up.

He and Mike tried to figure out what had happened but to no avail. He even asked us if we thought it was a gun shot. We knew the hole in the glass was about the size of a fist, but we had no idea what had caused it.

Mike had reacted so quickly to the glass shattering into the truck (and onto Emma!)that there was no time to take a picture of the hole in the glass.

We’ll never know what happened, but we are all okay.

Yours Truly,