The internet prepares one for two contrary emotions surrounding the rental of an RV. Because you have spent the weeks between reserving the thing and actually picking it up with a growing sense of dread…it just can’t be as bad as you’re expecting it to be.
And it’s not. But it’s still shockingly junky and little bit filthy.
But it’s all ours for two weeks of road madness—our humble house on wheels—and I can deal with its rough edges if it can deal with mine.
Bonus: The driver and passenger side mirrors vibrate so badly when barreling down the highway that it looks like you’re barely escaping a catastrophic earthquake…everything falling away into some terrible chasm just behind your rear wheels. Which is awesome.
A curious golden cloud on the horizon.
The wedding of a dear friend, stepping outside for a moment of quiet, and a walk with the full moon.
I'll have a blue Christmeth in ABQ
Green Albuquerque?