My life is a joke right now, here is where my head is at😅 (Hopefully I’ll look back at this in a year and go “aww haha remember when that felt like it was gonna last forever?”) Day 70-something of isolation. I only know because FB friends keep track. Things are starting to get weird. I bought an oversized visor and pair it with my weird Walmart poncho because this Colorado sun is insanely intense. (Never thought you’d hear me say that, eh mom?) I am shopping for crocs. I feel like one of those bears you see in a zoo, mindlessly circling in its little cage out of boredom. I wake up to take care of my dog and click clack away on the computer. And stuff my face hole. I am tired of cooking and thinking of what to cook to stuff in my face hole. Sometimes I lay in the hammock before, during, or after stuffing my face hole. Sometimes I feel like we are all just earth viruses, convincing ourselves that our lives have purpose when maybe we’re all just here to stuff our face holes and pillage more earth? 😳

I miss the views and neighbors from my last spot and wonder how long I’ll last in the woods with nothing but plants to look at. Plants are nice, don’t get me wrong, but... plants plants plants. Pflanzen, auf deutsch. 
I can like actively feel covid-pression settling in. I’m having a hard time remembering what the point of everything I usually do is. Sometimes I half-heartedly plan RV upgrades or bookmark makeover stuff or travel ideas but then I wonder... besides sitting here in the woods, when am I actually going to RV again, as a verb, and is this worth the time/effort/bandwidth? Clearly the lack of travel/new experiences is taking its toll. Or maybe the senior club visor is having an effect on my brain. Sigh. Like, really? Travel/socialization is THAT necessary for me? 
Ultimately I don’t think I’d still be RVing if it wasn’t for joining @xscapers. A year of solitude was fine when I started but I’m not built for that long term. And now that everything is called off, life feels very upside down, like watching an hourglass that’s taking forever without even knowing what happens when it ends.

That odd description is where I’m at right now.🤣 2020.. you bastard!!

My life is a joke...

I feel like this is how you get ticks. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Still hammock heaven!! @enohammocks #outdoors #heaven #hammocklife

I feel like this is...

My outdoor living room is a set of hammocks. Trixi loves to lay near me and nibble on soft grass and shimmy on her back to get some good scratchinz. 🤩
#colorado #tinyliving #rvlife

My outdoor living room is...

Am I dreaming? No? Not a bad landing spot to ride this twilight zone out.

Am I dreaming? No? Not...

Today we left the desert. It was my first time driving for any significant amount of time since New Year’s Eve, since my rig was in storage while in Mexico. Either I have terrible driving stamina, or my rig is really hard to drive, because today’s drive was a struggle. I think both. And not having AC in almost 90 degrees doesn’t help. .
Since getting back 6 weeks ago, we’ve been sitting in one spot trying to secure a safe place to move to next in one go, to avoid unnecessary travel at all costs. This means we way overstayed our BLM limit - 6 weeks instead of 2 - which while I feel guilty about, was the best choice for isolating. I am grateful to the BLM for their lenience during this time - I didn’t see any enforcement. Maybe we just didn’t get caught.. who knows. Either way I am beyond appreciative.
The desert is the best, most magical, beautiful, peaceful spot to go if you need to unwind from craziness around you. It was perfect and serene and beautiful.
Out of the past 6 weeks until today, I only interacted with ONE outsider to pick up my mail. Today in one drive day, I had to interact with 3, none of whom seemed to understand “don’t invade my space” and “don’t breathe on me.” I have, however, seen a few thousand bees (holy bee swarms, do NOT keep any doors or windows open in springtime in the desert) and maybe a snake.
I’ll miss the warmth and the flowers and being able to wear a tank top and shorts at 7am.
It was difficult to drive past so many beautiful places today that I would’ve normally loved to stop at and stay a few weeks. What a different RVing world we’re in now, compared to the carefree years I spent stopping wherever I wanted. 😭

Today we left the desert....

Here is a friendly reminder. It costs you nothing to treat other people with respect.

Here is a friendly reminder....

Is it just me or are noseprints on a window like a love letter from a dog? 😋
I suppose it’s a good time to start sharing old photos here since we’re all stuck in isolation, huh?
The Tetons are seriously one of my favorite places to visit. The mountains are breathtaking. Did you know that the reason they’re so jagged and extreme is because they’re a relatively young mountain range that hasn’t been worn down yet? And yes... Grand Teton means big titties. 😂

Is it just me or...

Hey road family! Today I launched a website @nomadparky aimed at helping full timers find a safe landing pad during this craziness.

The problem? IT’S EMPTY. It needs people like you to get the word out, so people with parking spaces, land, or campsites can add their listings to make it a useful resource.

If you know of someone who might have a safe place for an RVer to hunker down, whether for free or for rent, please share this with them and ask them to become a host.

You can specify everything from max RV size to whether there are hookups (and what kind!) and whether you are hosting ONLY as a COVID refuge, or just in general.

Feel free to share this post and hopefully this turns into something we can all use 💛

Hey road family! Today I...

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I’m very good at not posting when something is top of mind, usually because I don’t have time to sit down and write out my feelings to the degree that I would prefer. However I need to get it out even if it doesn’t do the moment justice. So today I am writing about community.

When I began RVing, I was searching for adventure, freedom, growth, and knowledge. Ever since connecting with the Xscsapers, I have gained so much more.

Despite all fulltime RVers being completely independent units, whether solo or coupled up, we have a real community on the road. One that rivals any other community I’ve been a part of in my life. One that matches, if not rivals, the community you’d find in a large extended family.

You see, despite our mobility and our penchant for hitch itch and being on the move, there is an instant connection between fulltimers from a mind boggling variety of walks of life, because it takes a truly unique mindset to decide on fulltime RVing in the first place. When you start, you think you’re alone, but once you meet others, it’s easy to see there are plenty of people out there who think the same way – people you would’ve never guessed are “on your level”, valuing the same deep beliefs and drives in life.

So when we come together in a group like the Xscapers, which is a far cry from the traditional stereotype of old retired snowbirds as typical RVers, MAGIC HAPPENS.


We share our tools. We share our food. There are constant suggestions for a myriad of activities, which you can choose to participate in at your liesure, or not, without judgement. We share support where family members and significant others may not be able to because they can’t comprehend the lifestyle. We have random last minute potlucks and barbecues at the top of precarious mountains for sunset, or outside of a neighbor’s van on a Wednesday because we can. We help each other through our mental and physical struggles. We share our triumphs and our failures. We trade physical goods. We loan forgotten items without second thought.


This last few weeks some of us have been stationary in one area and it has just become an incredible little neighborhood. Although we know it’s temporary, and we may have different neighbor’s next time, the connections are there forever and I’ve gained a newfound respect and understanding of the word COMMUNITY.

What if every block in America knew each other to this degree and cared for each other this much?

My parents recently moved into a new house, and a weekend after the move, a neighbor boy commited suicide in his backyard. Would thay have happened had the block been an intertwined community of support and sharing?

Can we decrease violence and depression by learning how to reconnect with our fellow human beings?

Can we improve the lives of all around us by sharing in the tools and goods we have instead of constantly buying new or relying on our own, with everyone owning the same damn thing 50 times over?

Does EVERYONE on one block really need a lawnmower and a drill, or could we have community libraries that support This?

In a home, we are protected by our comfort zone and creature comforts and we become creatures of protection and defense and the ive-got-mine, get-off-my-lawn mentality.

In full time RV life, everyone is on their own in terms of survival, personal responsibility, etc – yet we come together to share because we understand that this survival thing is easier (and more enjoyable) with more minds and hands on each task. So people that you might no4mally write off in “real” life become best friends and great neighbors, even if that connection becomes purely digital for times in between.

That’s it for now as I don’t have organized thoughts on how to end this or what to take from it, other than we’re all human and I think our modern society could really benefit from closer connections and more purposeful communities.

As I write, my neighbors are helping a couple install their new hitch gear.


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