The first accumulating snow of the season fell last night near my Michigan home and as I look out at my motorhome sitting on the driveway, I swear I hear it calling me to get out of town and get warm.
I picked this time for the surgery specifically because it is the least busy time for RVing. Although the first wave of snowbirds typically leave the Midwest and Northern states around Halloween, most wait until after Christmas. We’re the same. As much as we can’t wait to start touring again, Thanksgiving and Christmas are filled with family and we don’t want to be away from them.
But that’s not to say that we don’t have places to go. I’d like to make the big RV industry show in Louisville the Monday after Thanksgiving. My surgeon is dubious about that. While three weeks is the normal time you’re housebound from this kind of surgery, such a long drive could cause lots of swelling. “We’ll see,” he says. Reminds me when my kids were young. I’d use that phrase to shut them up, never intending to let them do whatever it was they were asking.
But by mid-December, says my doc, assuming no complications and that I’ve dutifully done my physical therapy, I should be good to go.
We’ve got a major tour set, trying to visit the big RV areas in Florida, attending the Tampa RV show in mid-January, swinging across the Gulf States and then perhaps to Arizona via the Texas Hill Country. I will be back in Michigan in mid-February and will do some winter camping as I cover the Michigan UP200, an Iditarod qualifying dogsled race. Then New England in the spring, Branson in May, the Family Motor Coach Association reunion in Wyoming in June and the California-to-Oregon coast over the summer.
What I’m looking for in all these places, of course, are stories of the people and places that make RVing so much fun. I’d welcome your suggestions. Where should we go? Who should we meet?
Even though I’m temporarily hobbling with my new knee, I can’t wait to get going again.
This RV travel bug has bit hard. Wanderlust is an addiction, isn;t it?