It has been three months and a bit since we decided to “take the long way home” from Florida via the Grand Canyon. I wanted out of this RV so badly. I wanted to be home. Wendy Montana and I needed to retreat to our corners for a bit.
Then, about three weeks ago, everything changed. The offer of a position on the other side of the pond has us reconsidering so many things: what to do about George, what to take, who to call, how do we do this all, are we crazy, and what do we do with Wendy Montana and her escort, the Dodge truck?
We love Wendy. Our time apart helped us to see our relationship remains in tact. But, can we leave her for three years and expect her to wait without her losing her vitality, her need for adventure? Without recreating, what good is a recreational vehicle?
The right thing to do is to sell so another family can let her show them the countryside. Damn.
We are on a quick last trip to a KOA in Buckley near Traverse City to pack her belongings and prepare to let her go. We have to remind ourselves that, in the end, she is just glass and steel, slides and wheels. It is still going to be hard to say goodbye though. She has been a second home for us for six years. When we bought her, we’d never been to Pentwater, and George wasn’t even born. She saw us through some fantastic transitions in life.
In May of 2012 I wrote a post welcoming Wendy Montana to the family. I hoped that she would be good to us and that we would be good to her.
She exceeded expectations.