Okay. As you may have read from Matt’s very hilarious post about our first night boondocking there were some ups and downs. Well, I wanted to post about the events also. Let me warn you, this will not be a funny (or possibly not even ammusing post). The purpose of this post is to act as a starting point for me. This will serve as my web log of where I began so that in some undetermined time I can look back and think “I should have known!” or hopefully “I knew it would only get better!”. And I do, right now, think that it can only get better. It has to only get better.

Let me start by saying that this was not exactly a true representation of how our lives will be when we are living in X (still yet to be named). We did not have hot water, we could not control the air temp, and the dogs had no beds.

So here’s an account of the evening (we only spent Saturday night then came home Sunday late). We left our non-mobile home around 7:00 and went to fill up then off we went to grab some grub at Outback Steak House. (Don’t judge! We do live in an RV, but even before that we love us some Outback!). As we were parking my first thought was “CRAP! Can we leave the dogs?” I felt a bit like a parent leaving the new baby for the first time. I think Matt felt it too, we tried to sit and have a leisurely dinner, but in the back of my mind I was so nervous that they were chewing or barking or peeing or whatever-ing in the RV while we sat there. Sure, we had taking them around the parking lot first to let them “go”, but I still could not shake the thought that if one of them peed (note: neither of them has peed in a house since puppyhood except Henery one time because he had to pee over another dogs pee in someone else’s house–very humiliating. Anyways…) if one of them peed then we had not sealed the cracks yet and the pee would seep down into what would be our “basement” and stink up the whole home FOREVER! It was a lot of worry over nothing because as it turns out all was well when we got back.

Okay, so we left Outback and went to Paradise point where we got to visit with James, Kellie and their buddies Betsy & Scott. James poured us some really (really!) stiff drinks and we chatted for about an hour before we stumbled back to the RV and the dogs to scoot over to the “quiet and hidden” parking lot. Much later than I usually go to bed we prepped for sleep and basically passed out. However as I was losing consciousness I couldn’t help by remember that our Carbon Monoxide Detector was not working to the best of our knowledge…

I won’t go into the details of the night since Matt covered them perfectly, but I do want to state that the Tri-mutants from Hell are a punctual bunch. I swear they all pulled in right at 4:00am ON THE DOT! Not a straggler in the bunch. All high 5’ing and getting their bikes ready. Perky as can be. (small scowl)

Needless to say the night left me feeling very very sleepy the entire day on Sunday. So much so that I tried to nap through Matt’s soccer game. Now this was a HUGE upside of the day, whenever I wanted to go home. BAM, I was there. :) That was nice. After his game we drove to Sunset Cliffs and parked where we could lay in the overhead bed and watch the ocean. It was really really wonderful for all of 2 minutes before I was completely unconscious because I was still SO TIRED! Shortly after falling asleep I woke up cold and moved to our bed. where I snuggled in for a bit before family dinner. All of the night and days events done with we hit the road back toward our non-mobile home.

Walking back through the doors of said non-mobile home Sunday night was a strange sensation. We both commented on how much space we seemed to have. It was as if our house had grown a bit over night. I was also instantly annoyed (still tired) by how much junk we have. There is stuff EVERYWHERE! Not for long though. And every time I go to the RV with something to put in there I find myself asking “Do we REALLY need this?”. I am very ready for a much simpler and much more minimal lifestyle.

That is the end of my recant. I really hope that this rocky start is us working some kinks out. I don’t know how long I’ll be RV living if every night is like that first Saturday.

-Breezy