It’s an ageless story: overworked [job title] fantasizes about a life on the road with no plans, no obligations, and a 3-legged dog.
First, find a camper.
So the first step? Buy a camper. (By the way, maybe the first step should have been buy a vehicle to tow a camper, but more on that later.) After months of searching, I found a 2005 Dutchmen T@b … in Tucson. I’m in Charlotte. But my fabulous cousin Beverly checked it out for me and in no time, the camper was heading east, towed by a man named Jim who was really anxious to show me the scar from his open heart surgery.
Then make it yours.
Next, the renovation began. I ripped out part of the bedframe to make more room, put down laminate plank flooring, added a collapsible table, and slapped up some wallpaper. And I cussed. A lot. But she looks pretty good.
Figure out how to tow it.
Then there was the ordeal of buying a tow vehicle, or TV in cool camper people parlance. I’ll spare you the details but 3 months in, I’m on TV #2, a 2013 Mercedes ML350, and I love it.
Then plan an overly-ambitious trip.
Next? The big trip! My friend Jenn Grover, photographer extraordinaire, is heading to Glacier National Park, Grand Tetons National Park, Yellowstone, and Banff, and I’m tagging along for part of the trip, kayaks at the ready.
My idea of travel is a barely-planned trip that allows plenty of time for last-second ventures down unpaved roads, odd conversations with locals, side trips to see weird stuff and to try new bourbons, and plenty of kayaking and laughing. So if that stuff won’t make you crazy, feel free to tag along!