The Great RV Roll-About Begins…
While continuing my efforts to pitch The Great RV Roll-About to anyone who might listen, I pumped the TV station’s film crew for info and tips. They said I should make some videos first, then pitch it to the TV station.
Ok, I can do that. So with my usual brilliance of forethought and planning, I’m starting The Great RV Roll-About by traveling to the hot bed of funness known as St. George, Utah.
Yup, I really thought it through.
Since mere months ago I was on my way to Hell in a hand basket, I thought I’d finish the job by heading for the hottest part of the country on September 21. At the same time as the Senior Games start and every person over 50 with an RV is in town.
There I go again with the thinking and the planning.
Actually, this is the first major thing in my life that isn’t planned. Case in point: When I was in my late teens I decided I would get married at 27. No, I didn’t have a fiance or a boyfriend of any note. That was just “The Plan”.
Yeah. It never happened. Not only did it not happen by age 27, it hasn’t happened in the
many years since.
As Patty Punker put it, this time “I’m flying without a net”.
What this really means is: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING. I planned to have several things worked out before embarking on the US tour, but just like my plan for marriage they didn’t happen either. This means I’m going without my car and without mail service.
We’ll see how long I can last.
Anyway, I’ll be in Utah for about 2-3 weeks visiting some relatives and looking for weird stuff of which to take pictures and video for you guys. I have a couple curious spots where I plan to do just that, and one (hopeful) interview of an interesting person. But I’m going to keep that under wraps for now lest I jinx it.
Next, possibly on to Arizona, the Grand Canyon and Route 66 for a month. (Again, I’m flying without a net and this is all very flexible and contingent upon my not missing the shit out of my car.)
In early November I plan to meet up with a bunch of single RVers in Slab City/Salvation Mountain, California. I’ll probably need a little Salvation after all the Utah and Arizona heat.
Never heard of Slab City, CA? You won’t find Slab City on a Google map, there is no “law”, no government (bonus!), no sidewalks. Also no plumbing or electrical. While I have yet to see it in person, the “town” appears to be a cross between a hippie commune and the old wild, wild west.
Huh. Hippies and Cowfolk? I suspect I’ll fit right in with my regular meditation practice, preference for organic food, and my six shooters and cowgirl hat. Omm Yee-Haw!