My Dad lived through the hard times of the Great Depression, and used to say “They can take away your car, they can take away your home, they can take away your money, they can even take away your freedom. But they can’t take away your memories.”
Those words are so true.
I was reminded of that when Joe and SuzAnne Padberg, a nice couple from Alberta, Canada, stopped by the bus to introduce themselves yesterday. Joe has a couple of buses back home that he has collected with the plan of converting someday. SuzAnne commented that she’s not sure if they should spend the time involved in building a conversion, instead of buying a finished coach to travel in. “I worry sometimes that time will run out before we get to get out and start traveling like we want to,” she said.
Over the years, I cannot begin to count the number of people I have talked to who have told me that they wanted to fulltime “someday.” But while they were waiting for someday to arrive, life got in the way. A husband or wife got sick and could not travel; or one of them died, and the one left behind couldn’t picture living their dream alone.
I have also talked to people who hung up the keys for one reason or another, and every one has said the same thing: “At least we got to try it for a while, and we’ll always have those memories.”
Terry and I have been very fortunate in that we have built some wonderful memories together in our life on the road. Some of my favorite memories, in no particular order, are kayaking the blue and aqua waters of the Florida Keys; wading in the Gulf of Mexico at Long Beach, Mississippi, on a hot day when the water was so warm it was like stepping into a bathtub; exploring the French Quarter of New Orleans; seeing the commercial fishing boats tied up at Conn Brown Harbor in Aransas Pass, Texas on an afternoon when the thick fog made everything look ghostly and surreal; walking the Freedom Trail in Boston; driving past acre after acre of wild poppies near Lancaster, California one beautiful Spring day; sharing fresh baked Greek baklava at a bakery in Tarpon Springs, Florida; and marveling at the beautiful Fall colors of northern Michigan.
Those are just a few of the favorite memories that RVing has given me. I have many more that I don’t have space to share here.
I’m curious, what are some of yours?
Thought For The Day – If you are going to try cross country skiing, start with a small country.