An RVer soon remembers what a nuisance rain can be. It is four times worse for RVers with dogs. They want to do their usual things at the usual times. What a mess!
In cold soggy weather my travel trailer is far darker than most RVs because I downsized the main window. But is it so bad that it's gloomy for a few days per year?
I went out to my full-sized van and just sat there, looking at the storm clouds blast the mountains on both sides of the Arkansas River. Since the front windshield is so large, it is far brighter in the van than in the trailer. The cold soggy day had actually started to seem more cheerful from the driver's seat, despite the weather. Isn't it amazing what the right comparison can do?
I glanced at the maps and started thinking about this autumn's migration. I could still go through Utah, which I haven't visited for several years now. But I was leaning towards New Mexico.
Most of my RV was behind the driver's seat and out of view. My eyes just kept soaking up "all" that light through that giant windshield. I started to feel free of all the ballast behind me, all that junk. A euphoria goes along with that, and for once it wasn't endorphin-based.
It was afternoon and the dogs' sleepiness was infectious. My brain started to shut down, but not completely. There were so many issues to weigh, but it seemed like I wasn't really thinking at all. My brain had become a big-screen TV display across which memories, roads, and the geography of the Southwest zinged and darted.
When the storm finally broke, the poor dogs were about ready to pop a cork. We hiked the lower reaches of Mt. Princeton. The glorious sunlight fell on our shoulders. It made us happy...
