I never intended to go RVing. If you'd have asked me, I'd have said "Never in a million years!" I actually did in my 20s. My father was an Eagle Scout Master. I, my 5 siblings and our mother started camping with the troop when I was 3. My father proclaimed, "Tents are for sissies!" We slept on the ground, under the stars, even in the pouring rain. When I was 9 we went with some neighbors, in June, in Oregon. When it was pouring rain. He actually bought a tent so the neighbor wouldn't think he was a monster. We were packed in like sardines... in water. The tent floor had 2" of water. The whole campground was a giant puddle. My father claimed adversity builds character. I have lots.
I learned about "Blue Tarp Camping" from that neighbor. I asked my father, "How come we don't have any tarps?" His answer, "Tarps are for sissies." Those tarps looked pretty darn smart to me! My Barbie had an RV. She loved it. My father mocked Barbie and her RV. My husband's family introduced me to camping with a camp trailer. Cramped, but much nicer than the ground. Dryer too. My husband planned on getting an RV when he retired and going camping and fishing in Alaska. I'd had enough of roughing it in the woods. I'd spent considerable time sailing. I didn't want to repeat living in a small space. That was when I said, "You go. I'll stay home."
I've been living in my RV since 2011. So how'd I come to a 180° turn? I got pesticide poisoned, then sent home to die. I was told to avoid all toxic substances. I tried, I couldn't. People next to us used all kinds of toxic pesticides and chemicals. They drift, for miles, and their Volatile Organic Compounds (VOCs) can permeate even sealed homes. Some of my neighbors used pesticides deliberately to retaliate against me for asking them to notify me when they were going to apply. I needed to know so I could manage my condition better and protect myself. I was researching and found out that a large percentage of people with my condition have lived in trailers, campers or RVs. Some even lived out in the woods wrapped in tarps (shudder). Everything else was too toxic for them. If I stayed when my neighbors sprayed, it was life threatening. I began researching and planning. I bought my 30 ft, 1998 Georgie Boy Maverick, in 2010. I didn't go high end for several reasons: new is toxic, I was dying and this was a hugely expensive gamble, I needed to make a lot of modifications for my illness. It took me a year to remodel it to non toxic and functional for me. My husband and kids thought I was nuts to go off on my own, as sick as I was, driving a 30ft RV. I told the jerks that were spraying next to me that I did it so I could accommodate 'them' and they finally started letting me know before most of their applications. I started leaving when they were going to spray, getting further and further away from toxic environments for longer and longer periods of time. I started recovering. I now leave sometime in February or March, when spray season begins. I live in my RV in a closed mountain camp ground, in the snow, until the roads to a remote wilderness property I bought open up in May. Then I live there, off grid, until November, after pesticide season ends. I leave when its too cold, or before there would be too much snow to get out. I'm slowly making improvements to my property. Our plan is to build a house up here. In the mean time I live here with my 2 dogs. Rosie, a 9 1/2 yr old Standard Poodle, who is my service dog (SD). This year we added Kato' an Armenian Gampr, my SD in training. Gamprs are Livestock Guardian Dogs. We have bears, wolves, mountain lions and coyotes here. I have a stalker, and we caught armed poachers here last year. I decided my next SD needed to be more of a predator deterrent. Kato weighs about 120 lbs.. He's not yet a year old. He's already run off the stalker and a wolf. Living with 2 dogs, one very large, in this small space does have some challenges. But, living in an RV, and being able to drive away from toxic situations has saved my life.