Breaking Bad(ly)

 

I suspect the big girl got really insulted when we returned from last year’s cross-country round trip and people would be surprised to hear we had driven almost 7,000 miles. Even more surprised when I would tell them Catalina was a 1988 RV, very similar to the RVs around Nebraska, cooking meth. Well, La Poderosa had to do it again, hit that road and rip through this enormous country. I admit, sometimes breaking badly and other times badly breaking down. But nevertheless, piling up miles after miles. And guzzling that sweet (and expensive) gasoline,of course.

 

 

This year’s road trip was quite different than last year’s: whereas we had been planning for the trip for a solid 9 months, this year the trip came together in less than 3 weeks and minimal preparation. Catalina had been up for sale since June, but only with local ads. Not a lot of interest or offers. I then realized Fairfield county was not a hot market for 29’ RVs, so I decided to place it on Ebay. Less than two days in and a couple from Arizona contacted me, asking if I would drive it to the west coast and deliver the RV. I felt like a 5-year old kid being asked if he wanted ice cream for dessert.

 

 

All of a sudden going to Burning Man was no longer an intangible dream for the year, but actually a very viable option, and magically in the best possible hippie way: driving to it! I