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After that first year, I decided that staying put wasn’t for me at all. I didn’t wind up setting roots in Alberta. Instead I fell in love (again). This time with the nomadic lifestyle. Three years later, the Arfpod is still my happy place and haven’t stopped travelling. You’ll find my latest blog updates here including tips and tricks for living a happy life in an RV.
My R-Pod Adventure Began Like This
I have trained dogs on the West Coast of British Columbia for the past 25 great years. There is nothing in the world I would have rather done for those years. I had acreage with a house I worked on and made into a house, learning all about good carpentry, plumbing, and developing patience for extensive electrical work along the way.
I’d been a firefighter and first responder on our local fire department for nearly 7 years. I have a performing trick dog team, and until this last summer, we performed at events on Vancouver Island. I played and I worked and I surrounded myself with the best of the best people. There was nothing not to love about my life.
I bought myself a little travel trailer, a Forest River R-Pod 180. My travel trailer is 20 feet long. It’s tiny but perfectly well appointed for a single woman and her 4 canine compadres. Full bathroom, full kitchen, a bed a table, a couch, heat, air-conditioning, an amazing sound system, storage and a very nice awning. I quickly christened my Pod “The ArfPod”.
Getting to know the ArfPod
For the first year I had it, the little Rpod rarely left my farm. Mostly because steeply rising costs of everything in BC, not the least of which is fuel, made it impossible to take time off work to go anywhere, let alone take a camping or road trip.
So I made do, as we do in BC. I went “glamping” on my own beautiful property with my 4 dogs, just to see if I could do it and retain a modicum of sanity. “Why leave this beautiful place anyway?”, I thought.
A new adventure was born
Well, then the reason to leave such a beautiful place landed in the middle of Alberta. His name is George, and he is my grandson and George is the apple of my eye. Like his father before him, George makes my heart absolutely sing. So that was it.
I packed up, sold the farm, and now I am headed back to a province I swore I would never return to. Not directly though. It’s winter time. Winter in Alberta is something I would like to have the opportunity to adjust to slowly, as I watch the maples and poplar trees change their colours and shed their leaves. I really don’t want to be suddenly plunged into winters hard frozen white freshness. So what to do? I really was stymied.
An Adventure began on the Beach
But right then, a wonderful opportunity plunked itself down in front of me, made possible by an equally wonderful woman who was a client, and then friend. Through my work I meet the most amazing people, and one is my friend, a senior Dr. who invited my to camp on her property on the ocean. I arrived yesterday and this is the beginning of truly the greatest journey of my life.