With all the negative press about some RV’s in the media of late, I thought I’d share a bit of why nomadism, even today, is so vital to our soul. Boondocking is in our blood. Like the want of two full lungs of untamed air, a nose brimming with the smell of fresh wilderness, ears tuned to birdsongs or to the refreshing sounds of nothing at all, eyes gently focused somewhere between you and the distant horizon, time alone in the wild reminds us of who we are. Heading “out there” brings us back to our inner core.
And location doesn’t matter, because boondocking isn’t just about geography or terrain; rather, it’s about temperament — your temperament. “Where is my wild?” My friend Bob Difley asks a great question. “Can you see the Milky Way from your campsite?” That’s as good a test as any.
Relying on yourself, going it alone is the one aspect that calls more RVers to adventure than any other benefit of boondocking. That sense of liberty and independence, of facing the unknown autonomously is a birthright that boondockers gladly embrace, while surrendering the status quo of calendar and clock.
For me, my Off the Grid Office is they way go.
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