I left the house early and went for a walk through our neighborhood thinking about our travels. On my way back I ran into my neighbor, a hero of mine, as she was packing her RV. "Linda" is probably in her late 70s, a widow, and an avid RV traveler. As I strolled by her driveway, she was up on a stepstool pouring windshield fluid into her RV. I offered to help but instead we just chatted for almost 30 minutes about her upcoming trip.
Linda is going alone to Yellowstone, 1100 miles from home. There she'll camp for eight nights and take in Teton National Park as well. We swapped stories of different campsites and traveling and happily talked about RV life. I am, so impressed by her independence and our mutual self-description of the two of us: we concluded that we are either brave or stupid (she used fool-harded) for doing our solo RV adventures. The big difference is she's in her 70s, and I'm in my 40s. Linda is my hero.
It felt serendipitous that I see my RV neighbor today, the anniversary of our big trip. It got me all fired up, for a lot of things, not just traveling...being, doing, being, doing. Here's to Linda and to a lifetime of adventures for all of us.