Today we will wave goodbye to BBoW as he heads down the road to go into winter storage.
He will be living in an indoor storage facility where he’ll have his own room and be very comfortable out of the harsh elements of an upstate New York winter.
I’m a little sad to say good-bye for the next few months and I’ll miss him. He has helped shape the last six months of my life in a way I never imagined.
We arrived home yesterday from what will be our last trip for this year. I hadn’t been on a trip since we got back from our cross-country trek and this one confirmed for me that living in a small space is not only possible but is also enjoyable.
Except for one thing….
Iceberg Dave is always cold.
I, on the other hand, am the surface of the sun.
When you are living in a 12 x 37 ft space and one of you wants the furnace set on 74 while the other one would like to have the windows open to allow the 40 degree fresh air in there might be a problem.
Saturday night he mentioned the temperature outside was supposed to dip to 36 degrees. He wanted to leave the heat on the “holy shit it’s boiling in here!” setting.
I said no.
He then mentioned that he would probably get hypothermia and wake up dead.
I told him I loved him and to put on a sweatshirt.
I’m not sure how we will solve this issue if we decide to RV on a full-time basis.
I have a picture in my mind of him bundled in a snowsuit
and of myself melting like a chocolate bar left in the sun.
Guess we’ll work all that out in the spring.