Life on the Open Road (April 2006 - May 2008)

The continuing saga of a single fulltime RVer who travels the western US. This is part one of my journey, from April 2006, when the blog started, to May 2008, when the blog continues at www.lifeontheopenroad.blogspot.com

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I have been a full-time RVer for 18 years, primarily "boondocking," camping free without hookups, in the Western US. I am connected electronically with the world via satellite TV, phone and internet. My batteries are charged solely by solar panels. I welcome your comments and emails.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

A City Fix in Reno


Since we are planning to go down Highway 395 (where there are no Walmarts-gasp!), we needed a place where we could stock up. We stayed here almost a week, which was longer than we had planned. Randy hurt his back, and could hardly stand up, let alone walk or drive. But yesterday, he finally went to a doctor, who gave him some good drugs, so it looks like he will recover.



Our stay in Reno coincided with the aptly-named Street Vibration Motorcycle Rally. Believe me, the streets really do vibrate from the thousands of motorcycles.

Diana

3 Comments:

Anonymous http://www.wandrin.us/serendipity/ said...

Drugs are a wonderful thing. Many years ago I had messed up my back and ended up at the doctor who prescribed Flexeril three times a day. I was a non-functioning zombie. After two days of that, it was down to one dose before bedtime. That was all I needed to keep those back muscle spasms in check.

Regarding Reno motorcycle rally... that would explain all the motorcycles I saw passing through Yosemite on Thursday.

9:21 PM  
Blogger the peripatetic poodle said...

Seeing your rigs in front of the bright lights of Reno has caused me to worry. Maybe that's the real randyanddiana style camping?

When Diana described the glories of her alpine hikes, was she harboring a clandestine craving for the cacophony of Nevada casinos? Ding, ding, ding, go the slot machines.

When Randy was rhapsodizing over the waterfall-music, was his heart secretly panting for those aged harpies in thick, black, support hose who walk through the all-you-can-barf breakfast buffets, saying, Keno, Keno?

O Woe,
please guys,
say it ain't so!

7:19 PM  
Blogger the peripatetic poodle said...

Give quarter, have mercy!
Goodness, how you blasted me
In your missive, type "e".
Guilty as charged I plead
For bloggin buffoonery.

Glad your camping stays true,
And with some gratitude,
Yet feeling chastened too,
I learned of Enkidu.

4:44 PM  

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