humor
Between language barriers, culture wars, and strange people at the airport, your trip is bound to be rife with laughter.
We Scratched $400 Worth of Lottery Cards at the Campground
When Dad passed away, my brother and I procrastinated, but eventually, time demanded we rummage through the contents of the storage shed. Undaunted by cobwebs and mouse dropping, we tackled each box as an exploration until the label "junk drawer" appeared in the black, back corner.
By Brenda Mahler3 years ago in Wander
We Bought a Bigger RV for Our Old Age Stuff
We started out with a 22-foot travel trailer and loved it. As we spent more and more time on the road, we discovered space was a hot commodity because stuff accumulated. I know stuff is a generic word, but there is not one simple category everything fits into.
By Brenda Mahler3 years ago in Wander
Northernmost Southern BBQ
I live in interior Alaska. Interior Alaska is an land all to its own- we do not have the beautiful mountains that waterfalls flow down like lace. We do not have oceans with Orca's and Blue Whales dancing in the distance while singing a merry tune of Marry Poppins. You will rarely see a picture of interior Alaska on a tourist website- unless you are reading a hunting magazine. No, we are the land of teeny-tiny trees and very long winters. It is considered the most inaccessible place on earth because of the unforgiving terrain, yet almost 100,000 of us live within its massive area.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins3 years ago in Wander
How I found myself stuck in an airport
Once again, the summer saw me traveling all by myself. It was becoming a tradition. Spend at least a week alone in some new country while trying to use this time as an opportunity to clear my mind of all the day-to-day bullshits. And there’s nothing like an adventure in an airport.
By WandererWannabe3 years ago in Wander
North, South, East, West
I think that everyone has a perfect first date in mind. As we grow up, the date might change along with the ending, but that one perfect first date still lingers in our subconscious. We use it to evaluate all the first dates that we go on. I like to think of it as a compass- directing the explorer on the right path to true love.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins3 years ago in Wander
We Are Running Away - RVing in Retirement
After retiring my husband and I bought a camp trailer and hit the road. Thinking this mode of travel would accommodate our dog and provide adventure, we planned our first trip to California. After two weeks, we returned to our home thinking that is the appropriate length for a vacation. Then realizing after retirement, life is one long vacation, a month later, we pulled out of the driveway again. The ability to go when we wanted where we wanted still seemed difficult to accept. We extended that trip to three weeks. What a luxury to follow the golf courses and stop simply because we like the scenery.
By Brenda Mahler3 years ago in Wander
Summer Destinations
Every Summer, the world sees an influx of tourism. Stretching across the world, everyone tries to experience something new and foreign. Of course, millions of lists appeal to all types of people, like photographers, foodies, and book enthusiasts. Still, one demographic of people seems to be underrepresented when it comes to summer trips. This group is on the fringe of society but still is a part of society, Conspiracy Theorists. Call them crazy if you want, but they're still people who want to see the world, or maybe you're one of them and are looking for a trip to go on yourself. This list will appeal to the five most popular conspiracy theories and a destination they should go to.
By James Rothrock3 years ago in Wander
Reading Billboards in Vegas Tainted My Innocence - RVing in Retirement
Warning: This story is not for the faint at heart. If you are easily offended, do not proceed. As my husband and I drove our RV through Vegas, the colors and flashing lights triggered my ADHD. My mind spun into overdrive, but when we passed a sign advertising a show, Puppetry of the Penis, I pointed it out and commented we should turn in there. My husband’s hearing aids must not have been turned up or he simply tuned out the sarcasm in my voice, started to turn into the parking lot. He asked, “Are you serious?”
By Brenda Mahler3 years ago in Wander
My Husband’s Communication Skills Are an Epic Failure
A gal just needs to be comfortable. As we have travel through this first year of retirement, I have adopted comfort clothes: fluffy pajama pants and a t-shirt accompanied by my husband’s grey flannel jacket. It’s become the norm to wear the same attire more than one day because finding washing machines can be a challenge when on the road, and it's not like I am sweating profusely from activity.
By Brenda Mahler3 years ago in Wander
RV Parking in a Golf Cart Community
Throughout our 38 years of marriage, my husband and I have always desired space. As we both anticipated retirement in our future, we had a one-level house built on a small, low maintenance lot. And now that we have been retired one year, we travel frequently and seldom visit our mailing address. In fact, when my daughter was recently asked by a friend where we live, she jokingly responded, “I don’t really know.”
By Brenda Mahler3 years ago in Wander