Anticipation

Denny and I met with Don and Vicki again on Sunday for one last visit before they returned to Georgia.  They wanted a chance to pick our brains a bit more about the full timing lifestyle since they are hoping to be on the road by this fall after their house sells.

The two of them are doing all the right things; reading all the rving forums online, asking questions, checking out private membership campgrounds, watching RVtoday on the OLN channel, researching legal technicalities and making some dry runs in their new Glendale Titanium toy hauler (example, not theirs).  I think when their house sells they will be more than ready to hit the road and be successful at dealing with the full time rver lifestyle.

While Denny and I love our life and will "talk it up" to anyone who will listen, we also understand that the lifestyle is not for everyone.  We've met people who tried traveling by rv as a full time lifestyle who gave it up after a year; some because they felt they had seen it all, some who couldn't deal with being away from grandchildren, or their garden/work shop/craft room/friends-family/"stuff", and those who simply could not handle the day to day close proximity to their spouse/partner/friend.  And that's fine, because hey, campgrounds are getting crowded with all the boomers that are starting to retire and young couples with kids who are finding camping cheaper than trips to Disneyworld. 

But sitting at Frickers talking with Don and Vicki only reinforced all the reasons we love to travel.  We envy them that sense of anticipation of a whole new world opening up upon their retirement and we so look forward to being back on the road ourselves once I get this knee back in shape.  Because



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth



Then took the other as just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same



And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet, knowing how way leads onto way

I doubted if I should ever come back



I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence

Two roads diverged in a wood

And I took the one less traveled by

And that has made all the difference
         ---The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost