Jesus Saves, or at least rescues. The morning after Christmas the tow truck finally arrived to take us to Phoenix for repair. Jesus (hey-SOOS), the Mexican tow truck driver, was fun to talk to.

While getting a new fuel pump in Phoenix, and getting my bank account downsized, I was almost disappointed that they finished the job in one day, since I was planning on sleeping in the van on their parking lot with my two dogs, on a three dog night. I've never slept in the van.

I bought that van before the travel trailer and had once considered customizing the van into a mini-motorhome. Or maybe it could have been used as a stand-alone RV for brief trips into high mountains, or Mexico.

But none of that happened. I've slept every day in my 21 foot trailer for 10 and a half years. Recall your Chesterton: An adventure is just an inconvenience, rightly considered. But it's no longer an inconvenience.

Maybe a full time RVer gets so used to his rig, whatever it is, that he feels a need to experience downsizing all over again. Long ago...
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... after retiring early, I still considered moving  in the conventional sense, from a house in a crappy area to a house in the touristy "dream" area of my the section of the country. After quitting my job I made a sport of living without a car. So I rode a bus up north to check out the area.

My goodness, I hadn't been on a bus since college days.  And here I was, a middle-aged, metropolitan burn-out looking for an answer, riding a bus with one piece of luggage. This dovetailed with the plan of renting a bicycle up north, and renting a motel room. Only afterwards do I realize that unconsciously I was rebelling against the notion of house ownership.

How liberating it felt! I felt young again, unencumbered by the standard impedimenta of middle class homeownership. It felt thrilling and beautiful.

Renting the bicycle and pedaling around the marina up there, I saw a van whose bumper sticker proudly proclaimed, Traverse City, MI--Green Valley, AZ. It was the customized van of a full time RVer. I went back south, with a plan.