Happy in my little motorhome

A friend asked me recently if I didn't feel claustrophobic traveling for long periods in my 24-foot motorhome. I said, "No way!" Here's a little video I recorded explaining why I am perfectly content in my pint-sized RV. Please keep in touch with me at Facebook.com/cwoodbury3.

Who do we choose for our hereafter?

I'm camped across the street from an old cemetery in Cincinnati. Most of the headstones are upright and made of granite. As I walked around, trying to soak up a little bit about who these people were, I was struck with a thought. I noticed many graves marked "Mother and Father" or "Husband and Wife" -- partners who most likely spent their lives together and then, in the end, were buried side by side. Often, their children were closeby, sometimes in the family plot.

It made me wonder about today, where families are so mixed up. Divorces, step-kids, half-brothers and sisters. . . I wondered where people choose to end up when it's their time. If your parents are divorced, and one is in Fresno and the other in Peoria, where do you chose to spend your eternity? If you were married three times, and had your kids with partner number one, do choose the family plot along with your ex and your kids, or do you choose to spend eternity with someone you maybe only knew a relatively few years?

This seems very complicated. What do you think?

Stuck in a big rainstorm

(Friday, Oct. 1, 2010) -- I'm pinned down in a dark, heavily wooded campground in the western Massachusetts town of Pittsfield in the heart of the Berkshires. A huge storm is passing through. Rain is pounding on my roof. Just before daybreak a small tree toppled, glancing off my roof. But there's no damage that I can see. I had planned to leave here today but will stay until tomorrow rather than risk driving in this mess. I'll use the time to finish the RVtravel.com newsletter. Here's a little video I recorded earlier as I pretended I was a TV weatherman.