Introducing Oak Island

We have been living in an RV for 402 days. We have been property owners for 21 days.  We’ve been boondocking on our property for 15 of those days.

We’ve also been boondocking more in the last 2 months than we have the entire time we have been on the road.

What’s the nutshell? We moved into an RV, we putted around FL for 2 months and then we went to Maine for almost 6 months. We came back to FL for Christmas, decided to buy 7.36 acres in North FL and then we hauled off to Louisiana for Mardi Gras. We drank, we ate, we caught beads and reveled in all the glory that is New Orleans. We bounced around Alabama and North FL boondocking, harvest hosting and sleeping in brewery parking lots and national forests until we closed on our property. Now we’re here. Oak Island, our new winter homestead.

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A waffler walks into a bar.

A waffler walks into a bar… well, after they research all the local bars and wonder if they made the right decision the whole way there. Thankfully the bar at least has flights so you can choose 5 different beers instead of committing to just one.

You don’t really want to stay, no
But you don’t really want to go-o
You’re hot then you’re cold
You’re yes then you’re no
You’re in then you’re out
You’re up then you’re down.

 

Katy Perry was talking about me.

 

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Shirtless in Chicago

Laundromats suck.  It’s a major downside of RVing Full-Time.

This morning I grabbed two clean shirts, stuffed them in a backpack and flew to Chicago for a business meeting.

I arrived at the hotel, unpacked and quickly realized that one of my shirts is RUINED. There is a giant discoloration along the neck, down the front and on the sleeve. This isn’t the first time this has happened. Two of the Bear’s work shirts have been ruined in the last month.

We were relatively unscathed in the destroyed clothing department for the first 5 months, but that still doesn’t make it OK. There’s way more to it than clothes being destroyed. Let’s talk about how disgusting public laundromats are, shall we?

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