In the winter of 1990, I spent six weeks traveling in the canyons of Utah and the redwoods of California with a dog, car and oh yeah, a boyfriend. The following year, we bought a small pop up trailer that we towed with a VW Golf and traveled to Ashville NC, Charleston, Okeefanokee Swamp, Edisto Island in Georgia and landed at Mardi Gras in New Orleans just by luck. I was hooked. For the past 25 years I've been wanting to do this again, but one thing or the other made it just not feel like the "right time." So now it is. Me, dog, car. No boyfriend.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Florida, Here I Come.

             
Fernadina Beach shells 2017


I haven't been back to Florida, (I mean, really INTO Florida),  since I was a very little girl. I spent a lovely bit of time on Amelia Island/Fernadina Beach last year but didn't venture farther south.


 (Boy, I look like what I picture Atticus Finch's daughter
Scout to look like.)
With my mom, Arlene -  I think in Miami.



                     Apparently, I was the topless shuffle board queen.





          With Dad, Bob.




 One of my favorite photos of my mom as a young girl in Florida. Her family would tow their trailer from Ohio. Here she's hamming it up for the camera - shades of her Broadway/modeling career to come. Their camper was a "Bender" trailer and they called their car "Baby Elephant". My mom learned to drive the Baby Elephant when she was 12 years old (and actually drove it.)


Mom's dad, Lorenz Anderson was the captain of the road ship. He was the postmaster in the small town of Fostoria, OH, and it afforded them enough money during the depression to travel like this each year. Grandpa moved to Florida full time when I was a kid and would visit us in Connecticut in his 1950-something pink Cadillac convertible. Must find a photo!

Following in the footsteps of my ancestors -
Florida, here I come.

Departure date....... sometime after Christmas.

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Sunday, November 5, 2017

Leaving a Comfort Zone by Roxy Whalley


ROad leading to BorRego Springs, CA. 2017

Roxy is a 11 year veteran of minimalist mobile living and one of my inspirations and mentors (as I hope I've been to her in other ways). This post speaks to our need as humans for human contact and consistency, and yet speaks to our unbound spirits that know no need for limitations and safety. How do we find that balance? This is something that I am attempting to do with my own life. I do love my home, my friends, my work. And I do love leaving the routine and driving off into the unknown. And as I do more of that I make dear friends on the way who I can visit on my journey. So the road becomes home too.  Below is Roxy's recent post from her blog "Nomad for Nature". 




LEAVING A COMFORT ZONE


I originally posted this on my (then) blog A Free-Spirited Woman in 2014. Since then I’ve made a number of nomad friends that are always floating around somewhere out there on the road. I take great solace in knowing that I have friends that are part of my tribe, and I know that many of them would come to my aid should anything bad happen, and are always available for companionship should I start feeling too lonely. Indeed, they already have come to my rescue once, and in a very big way. I met most of them at the Rubber Tramp Rendezvous in 2016 and 2017, and I’m sure I’ll meet more in the future. I spent the best part of 11-years traveling on my own prior to this, and I’m so appreciative of Bob Wells for bringing us together at the RTR. If you’d like to know more about the RTR please visit Bob’s web page at www.CheapRVLiving.com.
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It’s not always easy to leave a place I’ve been in for a long time, especially when I’ve considered it my home base and will be leaving behind friends, and the familiar.
Comfort Zone picture2
It is known as a comfort zone, and comfort zones are hard to leave. Oh, it’s fine when you’re going on a holiday or vacation, your comfort zone waits for your return. It is that place that has you saying “Ahhh, it’s good to be home,” on your return. Maybe it’s your home, or even your town or just an area that feels safe and familiar to you. However, when one doesn’t have a place to return to or a particular place to go to, it can be a hard step to make.
I believe that is one of the reasons so many people stay in one place all their lives, or settle for a town or job that does nothing for them, or remain in a place or situation they truly dislike or even hate. It is easier to stay with the familiar than to face the unknown.
I’m well practiced at leaving a comfort zone, I’ve moved-on many times in my life, often entirely on my own, and still, I get a nervous feeling in my stomach as I drive out of the town or area I’ve thought of as home for a while.
It comes in little waves for the first day or two. Sometimes it feels like a very deep sadness or loneliness that sits in my heart, for I am after all, alone. I do have one friend out-there, whom I meet up with occasionally for some adventure, but he’s a drifter like myself, and I don’t know where he’ll be. I also don’t have a single family member in this entire country, so there is no one to turn to should things go wrong. I’m completely alone.
Other times it comes in the form of anxiety, a restless turmoil in the stomach that may last for a few minutes. Nerves. I always feel a little bit better when I look at the map and make a decision on a general direction, like, North. If I actually narrow it down to a particular place, it eases some more. And so I move onward, further and further away from the safety of my comfort zone, one mile at a time.
But the anxiety doesn’t stay, it usually only comes and goes for a couple of days. By the time day number four or five comes around, I find that my excitement for life, for the unknown, and the desire to see what is around the next bend or over the next hill takes over. I find myself settling into a new comfort zone, the one of the open road, the highway, the unknown.
Magic can happen in ones comfort zone, but when you step outside it, you are exposed to a lot more magical and amazing experiences, because you are no longer limited.
I encourage each one of you to step outside your comfort zone every now and then. Pack your bags and head out for the weekend without a plan. Just drive up roads you’ve never been up before, drive further than you have before, try something different. And if your life has become stale, if you are feeling stuck, then reach inside yourself and find the courage and the guts it takes to leave. We all have a spot inside us that is loaded with courage. Stir it up, dig it out, bring it to life. Leave! Go on, do it.. you just never know what magic will await you around the next bend, and with any luck, it might even become addictive.
Until next time…
Adjusting to her new comfort zone and finding magic on the open road…
Roxy ~ A Nomad for Nature
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