When Cy and I were engaged, a lot of my friends kept telling me that I needed to start a blog so that they could hear all of my stories about the adventures that Cy would inevitably take me on. We’ve been married for two years, and we’ve had plenty of adventures. We’ve driven all over Texas, engaged in countless Craigslist deals, spent ten days in England, ridden in a 100 mile bike race on our tandem, toured the Blueridge Parkway on a motorcycle, bought and remodeled two fixer uppers, and had a baby. Somehow none of those drove me to actually do the work to get our website up and running. But last week, Cy did something really crazy and suddenly I have lots of words and motivation to figure out how to work a website.
Last week, Cy bought an RV. And then he decided it wasn’t big enough, so he bought another RV. I told him it must be the Texas blood running through his veins, but that moment of wittiness only earned me a quick glare and some choice words involving Woo Pig Sooie. I was not happy about Cy’s latest purchases at first. I had a flashback to 3 months into our marriage when Cy drove home in a little blue camper and said, “Guess who this belongs to?!” He grinned ear from ear as he explained that he had traded a motorcycle for the camper. We spent the next morning loading it up with essentials, hooking up the boat to the back, then proudly drove our camper to the lake. We launched the boat and as our friends looked on, the camper promptly dumped al of its transmission fluid onto the ground. After a day on the lake we spent the night in the broken camper and then left the next morning and had the camper towed. I did not enjoy that particular adventure – and the fact that I was barely pregnant and full of hormones probably explained the tears I shed that night. I wouldn’t set foot back into the camper for months (maybe a year) after that.
So, needless to say when Cy bought a giant RV last week, I was a little apprehensive and maybe not the most encouraging wife. But, once Cy got the RV back to the plant and worked on it a little, he asked me to come see it. I was really pleasantly surprised by it. It’s really big and open and nice, and doesn’t even really have that distinct RV smell. To add a touch of class, the manufacturer thought it would be a great idea to add a large painting of a wolf on the back and an etching of a zebra on the shower door. Thankfully the safari theme ends there. Cy spent the next two days getting it ready to go, and I spent the next two days doing laundry and packing what felt like our whole house.
Thursday evening, Cy pulled up in front of our house in the RV and we proceeded to put everything I had packed inside. I was amazed at how much storage there was! Ellie sat at our front door and yelled and sang at the top of her lungs the whole time we were loading. Our neighbors gawked and probably thought something along the lines of, “who ARE these people who just moved in?” We finally got everything situated and headed north.
We spent the night in Fayetteville. When we got parked, it was a cool 68° so we opened up the windows and went to sleep. We awoke to a frosty 59° and hot coffee. We showed the RV off to Cy’s Uncle and Aunt who also enjoy touring the country in their RV. Then we took off to Rogers to buy a trailer off of Craigslist so that we can haul a car behind us. Now we’re really on the road. We don’t really have a plan or a timeline for our trip. We’re just going Northeast, with a vague idea of ending up in Maine. We’ll undoubtedly make lots of memories, Cy will visit some customers, I’ll twist Cy’s arm to listen to the Harry Potter audiobooks, and maybe the excitement of the whole thing will be enough to convince Ellie to start walking.