The founder of the Escapees (a RVers club we've been meaning to join), Kay Peterson, wrote a book called Home is Where you Park it. It is generally recognized as the first 'bible' of full-time RVing. We have been living by those words for the past 14 months. We've been at 'home' parked in a friend's driveway by the bay, in a National Forest campground at 9,000 feet, in a luxury RV resort on the cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean, and in a cow pasture!

But, once we got to Florida a few days ago - we realized that there are different degrees of being 'home'.

You know you're really home when:

1. Your toll pass device works: we were so envious, in Pennsylvania, of the people who just whizzed thru the toll plazas because they had the 'EZPass' device which lets them 'beep' on thru. We had a SunPass for Florida toll roads when we lived here. When we were about to get on the Turnpike, Jim told me to find it and put it up in the window. Yeah - right - like I can find it ... and, like it will really work. I did. And, it did. Cool.

2. You don't need the GPS and mapping software to find your way!

3. All the license plates look like yours.

4. Your cell phone is in it's home area code. People who call us, using the 954 area code, might believe that we're in S Florida. But, we had the same number even when we were on the Oregon coast! Something to get used to in this age of cell phones.

5. When you want to practice your favorite sport (scuba diving from our kayaks - more about that later), you know exactly where to go and what to do. AND ... your friends will be there to join you!













6. You can visit your stuff in the storage closet.



















7. You can visit 'the boy' (Jim's son Devon) and see him at work.

















8. Jim can spend some very precious time with his family. His Mom is quite sick and it feels like a very important time for the family to be together.

9. We can stay in a park where I've spent time since I was a teenager. Easterlin park is where I would go, look at the RVs parked there, and dream about doing that myself 'someday'.



10. And, the most obvious way to know that I am really 'home' ....

my mother can come over to MY house and visit!

Omigod ...

gotta clean up ...

oh - who am I kidding? It's my Mom. She knows I don't keep a clean house!
Hi Mom!

You're done RVing aren't you?

I think so.


just call me,
lost in time.

I sure hope Jim & Chris aren't hanging up their keys just yet.

They haven't had a chance to BEAT their RV to death up here on the Alaska Highway system. If they can survive Alaska--they can surely survive ANYWHERE.

See ya in Q'site this winter?