My tenacious husband brainwashes me to abandon Suburbia to become full-time RVers. How? Sell our home, business and belongings and purchase a 40-foot fifthwheel and a one ton truck.
"Clueless in RVland is an understatement to describe our naivety," says Smith. Any good financial planner will tell you: take your time, don’t bite off more than you can chew, and assess your risk. Well, John does not heed the advice. No. Not him. He jumps in with both feet and pulls me along by the armpits.
Our hilarious, emotional misadventures take us on a roller-coaster ride through RVland unlike anything we envisioned. We face obstacles and ask ourselves constantly, “What nonsensical event awaits us.”
From the chill-to-the-bone Canadian North to the warm-tropical breezes of the southeast coast of the United States; from black sewer waters to turquoise-blue surf, “On RVing Time In A Long, Long, Trailer, Too!", will make everyone a believer that even without-a-clue, first-timers’ can survive in the great outdoors.