I love traveling – whether it’s a day trip to visit a friend or a week’s stay at a state park. Each one has value. Each one has challenges. And being a more ‘mature’ person (I’m 65 and proud of it), both are precious to me. 

Being able to travel is a blessing in itself. I have good friends, wonderful family, and even casual acquaintances who don’t have this blessing. So I want to share what I can with them, especially you, my reader. 

I’m a simple woman. I’m a happy woman. I’m a blessed woman. And I want to share those things with you, the simplicity of a happy, blessed life.

So let’s go!

The beginning of my journey happened like many other RVers, thanks to the unfortunate life event called divorce. I won’t bore or depress you with any details, but I want to emphasize the simple fact that there IS life after divorce, and it can be wonderful! 

So much of that life depends on your attitude, strength, and determination. I have a strong German heritage, so I have all three attributes rolled into one. 

We sold our house and got divorced. But before all that, I’d already decided to go on the road. The plans started with a Dodge Grand Caravan. Good intentions – bad choice. My gut said it wasn’t the right vehicle for my adventures.

So I did some research, did some googling, did some shopping, and found “her.” A 2012 Ford Transit Connect XLT loving named “Freeda” short for freedom (at least in my head). My gut approved, and I bought her. She felt solid, comfortable, and customizable.

Thanks to my amazing daughter and son-in-law, who supported and encouraged me, I found refuge and love while renovating Freeda to go on the road. It was a simple design with what I felt were the necessities for life and living on the road. Bed – check. Kitchen supplies – check. Basic security items – check. Clothes – check. And more importantly, a bumper-to-bumper checkup for Freeda by the best garage in the state of South Carolina – Swifts of Johns Island.

Once she was set up, ready to go, I took the leap. My initial trip would be from South Carolina to Texas to visit friends and family. I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye to my loved ones here because it wasn’t goodbye – it was “see ya’ later!” 

I won’t lie to you. At first, I was so excited I could hardly stand it! I was blasting the radio, singing at the top of my lungs, enjoying the open road until I realized I had no idea where I was going to spend the night. My first night on the road, and I hadn’t even planned where to stop. 

Suddenly, I felt like a total failure. I was crying, and I wanted to give up. I wanted to turn around and go back home to Charleston. I couldn’t do this! What the hell was I thinking!

I admit that even with all the research, YouTube videos, reading, and planning, I was scared. I was alone. I wasn’t prepared for a solitary life. Every negative thought you could think of, I thought. 

But you know what saved me? If you ever watched NCIS, you’ll know what I mean by I was “Gibbed” in the back of the head by the loving hand of God. I drove up a ramp in the city I was in, and glaring right in front of me was the most beautiful site I had seen all day. 

A Cracker Barrel sign. 

My refuge was right in front of me. Food. A safe place to park. And my first night away from home. My heart relaxed. My breathing went back to normal. I pulled into the parking lot in the back of the oasis. I saw the beautiful sign with “RV” on it.

I love traveling. I love God. And I love me. 

I hope you’ll continue to share my journey with me as I explore not only the valuable lessons I learned during my first solo trip but especially the adventures ahead while traveling the East Coast. My passion is staying at state parks up and down the coast, sharing the beauty of the land and the crucial lessons of loving yourself while doing it! 

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” 

— Saint Augustine