Traveling in a motorhome is a wonderful way to do a road trip. We are now on our way back from picking up our trailer in southern Georgia and have acclimated ourselves to walking around in here while on the road. Gabe has better sea legs than I do and has been having fun playing with his toys and running the length of the motorhome. I don’t have as good a sense of balance as he does, but last evening I was able to cook us a hot supper while on the move. Granted, it was just Mac and Cheese, but it sure was great to eat hot food again after lots of snacks and pb & j sandwiches.
Here is Andy with our rig.
The first night we parked at a Walmart, and the second we were in with the big rigs at a Flying J Gas Station. It sure is great to have a bedroom, bathroom and kitchen on the road. We feel pretty self sufficient when we can park any old where and have everything we need in our tiny house.
Being down south brings back nostalgic memories of when I lived in South Carolina for a year before Andy and I got married. I had forgotten how there are Pit BBQ’s everywhere and how the dirt is so red. People use crushed shells instead of gravel on their driveways down here, and there are miles and miles of tree farms for telephone poles and paper.
Here are Gabe and I at the table having some scones for breakfast while Andy drove.
We are so thankful that God kept us safe on this trip and we were able to get the trailer with no trouble. It’s been good to test drive our rig without having a lot of weight in the trailer.