I could write that book.
I never went anywhere growing up. My family couldn't afford a vacation. I learned about the world from geography class.
Grew up and joined the navy. I got to live my elementary school geography class lessons in real time. By the time I hung up my uniform, my country count was 45. I saw the best & the worst of the world.
I also got a terminal case of wanderlust from my military travels.
Then I got an RV. 34 foot class A beast. I had to teach myself how to safely drive that thing. After a year, I took it on a 5,400+ mile trip from Maryland to Alaska. Took 4 weeks getting there. Then rolled around the Kenai Peninsula for 2.5 months. It was the road trip of a lifetime.
After a few mini mid life crisi, I ended up full time RV living. I kept that RV for 14 years. I full timed in it about 10 of those years. I did a lot of volunteer camp hosting in various state parks. I took a few paying gigs in national parks & national forests, when all I really wanted was the free campsite.
I put 40,00 miles on that rig. I drove it in 34 different states plus a few provinces. My family thought that perhaps an intervention was in order. Because who just lives here & there without roots or a fixed address?
I was never freer than when I was living on the road. Each new destination was its' own adventure. I met amazing, like minded folks. Campground kids were always polite and respectful. The mobile RV repair dude is your best friend and savior.
I may never camp or RV again in my lifetime. But I have a lifetime of travel memories to keep me content in my senior years.
Like Andy said, "Get busy living or get busy dying". I hope those of you reading this choose get busy living.
My rig in Solomons, MD
George Washington National Forest as camp host
Camped out on Cook Inlet, Alaska