Camping Wishes

For a while now I’ve had a fantasy about buying a camper van and touring the country by myself. I’d go places. I’d drive to see my kids and grandkids in Texas and Illinois. I’d drive to California and see my Aunt Betty. I’d visit the Grand Canyon and Yellowstone and every other National Park I’ve dreamed of seeing my whole life.

I could write from anywhere. Chalk my trips up to research. Maybe I’d visit Hemphill, Texas, where Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort is set, and visit my Aunt Nedra while I’m there. And I’d take some time to drive through Amarillo, the setting for The Cowboy and the Executive, making a side trip to see my mother-in-law, Saint Helen, in Hereford.

Studly Doright could accompany me anytime he chose to, but camping isn’t his thing. Heck, I’m not sure it’s my thing, but I’d like to find out.

I won’t be able to buy a camper—unless of course my book sales take off. Maybe I could print up bumper stickers and sell them: Support a Camper—Buy a Book!

Something like this!

So, it’s all a pie in the sky dream, but who knows? Maybe I can make it happen. Who wants a bumper sticker?

Peace, people!

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

37 thoughts on “Camping Wishes”

  1. I will definitely buy a bumper sticker or two. You are on to something there, and once an idea like that gets in your head…well, it’s hard to shake. Research is needed all over the country, you might have other campers follow you, like Forest Gump.

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  2. Spend money to make money. You could arrange speaking engagements at flea markets or farmers markets. Maybe you could convince a camoer manufacturer to sponsor (free) the trip.

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      1. Happy to help!! Thanks for mentioning the fb group. I want to take a few days in the redwoods but am oddly paranoid about going alone. It feels substantially more vulnerable than staying at a hotel.

        I just remembered…. a lot of state/national parks have rental cabins. But they, and camping spaces, often sell out rapidly.

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      2. I can imagine! And the camping alone does give me pause. But in a campground I think I’d feel safe. Via YouTube we watch a couple of different women who are touring the world on their motorcycles. One of the women has a channel called On Her Bike. She pitches a tent in some pretty remote, and to me, scary places. As far as we can tell the worst thing that’s ever happened to her was a gigantic turtle ate a corner of her tent. I admire her courage, but I can’t see me doing that kind of camping.

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  3. Ohh! I think I need a sticker similar to that, except it would need to list all the things and be something like “Support an artist, buy a photo, book, painting, cupcake… 😉

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