One should not miss the old prison in Yuma if you are in the area! Prison’s are not necessarily a vacationer’s paradise but I must say this was pretty darn interesting! The dismal conditions prisoners of the day endured and the crimes they were charged and convicted of in which to enter these living conditions would make one pretty up on the living level, either that or flee! Some were actually imprisoned for having an affair outside of marriage, oh my goodness if that would be the case today our prisons would be skyscrapers (sadly enough)! It was a very cool historical site and I highly recommend it. Yuma was a bustling medium sized city with absolutely perfect weather for January. Yuma is also a snowbirder’s destination and now I can see why. So much more to see in Yuma and so little time we were there but I hope to return in the near future and really soak up more of southern Arizona’s historical myths, legends and facts.
I find this phrase an interesting description explaining a different lifestyle than what other’s deem normal. I actually laugh at the phrase because those who like to label those “nomads” never actually considered how much money “Trailer Trash People” have to cough up to be “trashy”! I get that Nomads, Gypsies, Trailer Trash and Homeless Campers all have a different degree in actual description but I am going to lump sum them all for this blog entry. I once saw a news clip of those poor homeless families and how economics had forced them to all live in a RV or worse yet a camper on their truck! Oh boo those poor people! Are you kidding me? Yes I do know that some have had a tough break losing their homes and jobs, which I may add I am sorry for your misfortune and there isn’t anyone living that couldn’t find themselves in the same predicament. Really though, an RV is a home, and a roof over your head, so enjoy it, it may be permanent, temporary or you just might find that you really like being “Trailer Trash” and want to enjoy what life has to offer.
So with that in mind, don’t worry about what other’s will think or approve of, it’s not ever homeless it is houseless, also utility bill-less, stress-less, mowing-less, keeping up the Jones’s-less, clutter-less, property tax-less and yes as most all the other blogs I’ve read on this lifestyle….LESS IS MORE!
Unofficial Claimer: I have seen beautiful big house’s look trashy, and I’ve seen some trashy RV’s that look just beautiful, it’s all a matter of perspective and your degree of integrity. Hey Dr. Phil, how’s that one? 🙂
May oh In the Merry, Merry Month Of May! Off to see Grandchildren and play play play! You know, that is my favorite 4 letter word! Of course my favorite 13 word is Grandchildren. First stop..Grandchildren next stop…
Even Scooter was impressed with one big hole in the ground! Awe, the Grand Canyon nothing like it! If you haven’t seen it go, so beautiful and of course pictures cannot describe the beauty or majestic’ness (is that a word)? Next stop,
This is the first time I have seen Bryce Canyon I have been to Grand Canyon some years ago and as always impressive. I was very taken in by the uniqueness of Bryce Canyon these sphere’s or whatever they are called, reminded me of Chess piece’s very beautiful. The landscape was such orange/red hue colors unlike the Pacific Northwest that’s for sure! A must see if it is on your route.
So, I figure since we are going to see these sight’s in May before the summer rush is on we would not have to fight the touring crowd…. WRONG! Germany, France and China must have different calendars. The tour buses were just rolling and rolling. I am glad that we are that special here in the Good Ole’ USA! Strangely enough I find I am wrong quite a bit…hmmmmm,
Every now and then had residing in a tourist town, it was fun to mingle amongst those who are enjoying the surroundings possibly for their first time (I strongly say…every now and then). It always amazed me how people enjoyed watching the seals lay on the docks of the bay (hmmm reminds me of a song) ‘Sittin on the dock of the bay watching the tide roll away hmm ‘sittin on the docks of the bay, wasting time… okay now that I have that song stuck in your head I will tell you those seals were more a nuisance than an attraction for locals. Just think, having to try to outrun those noisy creature’s when your trying to bay crab with crab rings.. isn’t going to happen they peg you and follow you like a stray dog, I would not suggest bringing one home with you though! However, to see children’s delight and even some adults being amused by the sight of them makes one kind of enjoy the touristy feel so “playing tourist” is quite enjoyable and fun (even when your not the tourist). Now BEING a Tourist is a whole different story especially for those who are new to the bus style Motorhome World! Let me explain…. We are the proud owners of a 37G diesel pusher 2 slideouts pulling an almost 20 ft suburban behind so in retrospect we are talking a measly 61 feet of RV/TOWBAR/SUBURBAN no problem right? Right, until you reach downtown San Francisco and THIS…We were lucky that day, we entered the toll gates at 5 O’clock rush hour so we didn’t have to pay to get through. What a couple of idiots we were!! So as the Dear Husband remained stopped and backing up traffic while deciding if we were going to get through without having to call for help with those little machines they call the “Jaws of Life” to get us out we gingerly inched our way through with only hitting our passenger mirror which only took on a couple of scratches and turned in (which I might add was interesting to try to turn back out without falling out the passenger window)! Of course as hubby is complaining he can’t get over because he can’t see out the mirror to change lanes I had an epiphany DUH, use the blinker we have a side camera!!!! So goes the phrase, #*&%@# TOURIST! (yes this is a picture off the internet, I was to scared to snap my own picture)! By the way we did notice there was a better way to do this with such a large vehicle AFTER we entered toll gates!
Now, a little more about driving around San Francisco. Ever use one of those GPS gadgets, you know the RV kind where it will advise you from going on roads that your weight and length wouldn’t be a good idea? Ya, we have one of those. So we are cruising along, happy little campers, enjoying the lifestyle of the free and on target this nagging little voice comes booming across our “gadget” telling us to take the next exit. WHAT we are on a freeway this piece of machine of technology is so not smart, doesn’t get where we are and has no clue we are headed in the direction that we need to go! We just ignore “her” and keep on driving and again “she” comes on and proceeds to tell us to take this next exit we are approaching we scoff at her. I might add I did see a sign a ways back about nothing over 3 tons allowed on a certain stretch of freeway but what 3 tons is not us must mean like mobile home movers. Hmmm 3 tons 2000 lbs a ton….6000 lbs! Holy crap that includes us! I turn to my significant other with panic in my face, HONEY THERE ARE NO TRUCKS AROUND US! Once again the old nag tells us to take the next exit, we humbly obeyed and of course she directed us to the most seediest part of Oakland, we weren’t sure we were going to make it out alive but we listened to her and she got us back on the freeway and back on our way and I’m still here to tell the story. God is merciful even to those who have lousy math skills.
Welcome to our new adventure! With Scooter’s permission I am going to share his window view with you, on a side note Scooter could really careless what I do as long as I feed him, take him for walks, clean up after him, mend his socks, keep his laundry clean or, shoot… sorry got off track there, back to the dog… After consultation with the spouse and pleading with him how Scoot needed a bigger automobile to ride along in he was happy and willing to give up the over 2500 square foot home to reside with me and our spoiled little Shih Tzu/Maltese mix. As this is my very first time ever blogging I am warning you, I am not a professional writer, nor am I a professional speller or professional anything, however I am a Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Dog owner, who always thought it would be so much fun to sell all the goods join a traveling show and dance the night away. Well okay, I’ve grown a little bit wiser from my childhood fantasies so now I rent a storage unit with goods I am not using, following the Adult Children for visits as they are both holding our grandchildren hostage and we must save them from a Grandparent’less lifestyle. Oh and of course a little dancing inbetween. So here goes yet another BlogSpot about those irresponsible grown ups who have rebelled against lawn mowing, house painting, roof replacing, property tax paying, mortgage paying, do as the other’s do paying…phew exhausted thinking about it! (view from our sticks and bricks) So you ask, “How can you give up that gorgeous view”? My response: Read above paragraph. So starts the adventure for Scooter and us and hope you follow along as we learn about this new lifestyle of ours and hopefully maybe get some insight from you and possibly however the smallest of chance’s we may be able to help you on your journey whether it be the dream or the reality for you. More to come…….