Hell on Wheels

A litter of adorable fluffy kittens found a home in the towering weeds growing in my flower bed during our trip out West. Wrestling, pawing furballs enjoying the sheltered wonderland of my jungle garden. Mama cat lowers her head, staring fierce, ready to pounce if I step one breath closer to her babies. Message received, I back away.

After every road trip there's catching up back at the ranch, laundry, cleaning, yard work, endless mindless chores. I mentioned to Paul living in our mobile bungalow was a lot less work, sweep the dust, cram dirty laundry into the closet, feet up, done. Our modest manufactured dream maker is not technically a doublewide but a bonafide Recreational Vehicle. A spacious 250 square foot oasis of faux leather and luxury that continually tests our marriage as we escape the frigid Iowa winters each year. We adapt, nature is our backyard and there are times we need every inch of it. Sometimes the compact nature of our traveling paradise is a blessing, less stuff means fewer things to break…theoretically. Also Paul can squeeze it between trees tight enough to string a hammock between them. A few campsites even have neighbors so close, you can watch their TV from the comfort of your own living room. It's all good. 

Ours is a Grand Design Reflection RV, sometimes we just call it the GD RV depending upon the affliction. It's not really fair to complain too much about loose bolts, broken springs or frozen pipes after all we drag it thousands of miles across the country through snow, sleet, tornadoes and monsoons, over boulders, into front yards, medians and ditches. Some days the wind blows our caravan so hard it feels like turbulence, it shudders a bit then keeps on rolling. At the end of the trek we are just happy to make it back home alive with the truck still smoking.