Episode 01 Maiden Voyage Adventures

Being a fairly reserved individual I’ve kept to myself much of my life when it came to strangers, people I’ve never met, I tend to stand quietly in the background watching. After my diagnosis and second chance at life through lifestyle changes, I realized IF ONLY someone had shown me this sooner… I could have been farther along in my recovery and suffered much less. It’s this very reason I am sharing, openly sharing, my life with the world. No, you’re not getting the day in day out drudgery but you are getting the highlights and lowlights. Such as my recent bout of bone-crushing pain I endured while preparing our camper, the Chalet del Vagabond… You can watch that video here…

My story started a long time ago. It is one which I am just now beginning to understand its past paths and one which I have no intention of quitting anytime soon. Because of this, new adventures are beginning with a new direction, intentions, and plans underway. It will take time to formulate everything, pay off some debt, make repairs to the house we’ve purchased and decide if we are looking for vacation location or a place to homestead from the ground up. We are young, almost 50… and we have much life left in us. With my regained independence through the help of my husband’s support both emotionally and physically, I have a dream for the first time in my life. In a way that’s what I thought this house was, a dream come true. A place I could become disabled even more in, one which would accommodate my continuing deterioration and allow the functioning of an electric wheelchair and in-home nursing care. Truly this was, is, a nightmare I am waking from.

Facts are we are all getting older by the minute, we are one day going to become decrepit, require nursing services or keel over dead. I can live for this or I can live for now. Living, for now, is so much more fun and tomorrow isn’t promised by any means. I’m confident even my younger ex-husband would tell you that today if he could. See, he died on April 21st of this year. It wasn’t poor health that took his life, he did not pass peacefully in his bed at home, he wasn’t murdered, in an automobile accident, nor was it suicide which took his life as we might all anticipate being the potential reasons someone so young would pass. He froze to death out in the elements, ironically doing what he loved, living life to its fullest potential. Taking a cue from him in this, I’m not fulfilled in where I am. I’m having fun, meeting great people, enjoying a BINGO night here and there with the bingo posey but… But I’m not inspired, I’m not happy here and I have this huge house I struggle to keep pace with.

I’m thinking since I full-time RV’d before “it’s season” has even peaked, meaning long before Youtube or that it was cool to do, I understand the lifestyle, its ins, and outs. Regardless of the fact I have house full of stuff, I certainly enjoy tiny living right along with hiking, fishing, campfires, dutch oven cooking and getting dirty, I hate leaving and I hate the getting there process. So why not just be there all the time? I’m not saying travel the countryside boondocking or holding up in an RV court although, we could have done it at one time. Wait, the year was 1998 and we spent six weeks on the South Fork of the Boise River, boondocking, with three kids under the age of 8, two dogs and one bad-ass white Manx named Ozzy. I’ve got photos somewhere, I mean real photographs the ancient kind on on that stuff we called film. Back to now… Realistically, I have to have a regular doctor and have a home base someplace but it doesn’t have to be in the flatlands, in a big house, or in preparation for when I become disabled to a point I require help, again. I cannot let this disease dictate to me where and how I live now. That may one day happen but not today and I can still plan for it by incorporating accommodations into a build.

Do you want to do this yourself but can’t, or not just yet or would you rather just watch from the comfort of your nice warm living room? Well then, follow along as I continue to move forward with my health and how, as life throws curve balls at us and as we struggle to get there, where we want to be. Where is that? In Colorado, on a mountainside preferably, with room for the dogs to run, our bees to fly, the chickens to roam and us to explore. In the meantime, there will be life happenings, CRPS will inevitably rear its ugly head, and there will be more camp trips as the search for the right little piece of mountain acreage commences. Not to mention, tho I am, there’s much of Colorado we want to explore and experience along the way. Hopefully, with no more little incidents like the one, we had at camp our first trip out. We are still trying to determine if she was just batshit crazy or if there was something more nefarious behind her actions. But that’s a tale for another time. Meanwhile, enjoy the reveal of the Chalet del Vagabond, the issues we ran into mechanically on our first trip, and some scenery along the way.

Published by lisa proctor

Since 2012 I have suffered the effects of Complex Regional Pain Syndrome. Moreover, through lifestyle changes, I've taken back control of my life and regain much of the independence I thought lost to me. It is for this very reason I wish to share my discoveries with others with the hope that it will serve you as well.

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