I think it was at least five years ago when Rachelle first came across Class B Mortorhomes. It’s something we didn’t even know existed until that point. We pictured camper vans as broken down, smelly things with strange old men inside. And that’s all true.
But the one’s Rachelle found were made by Airstream and they were like private jets inside. We were intrigued, but quickly dismissed the idea of owning one after seeing the prices.
Years later, after I’d had a car accident, a bout with cancer, a few cross continental roadtrips in our tiny hatchback, our outlook on life had changed considerably. We somehow found ourselves on the RV lot signing papers.
And we lived our dream happily ever after, then end.