Feeling high on my plan to road trip the parks, I shared with my family who promptly and reliably expressed their doubt. It's not that they aren't supportive, it's that I happen to be in a phase where I have a lot of "plans". Every day was something new. Back to school for my MBA. Write a book. Apply for a job in pharma. Apply for a job with IHS. Go back to fellowship. Start a brewery. The options were plentiful. So their doubt was not without reason. But I think their biggest reason was simply that I hate camping and they saw a lot of camping in my future.
I have to admit. The thought of sleeping in a tent on the ground for several months made my motivation wane. My last camping experience was 17 years ago. As a cross country skier, I was a rare specimen and a team needed a skier for a multisport race. Being cheap college students, we camped the night before the race and I woke up in pouring rain soaking in a puddle. I swore I would never camp again and I never have.
It presented something of a dilemma. The cost and inconvenience of hotels seemed impractical. The tent was just a little too practical. Research ensued. Well, maybe not research, but a lot of surfing on night shifts until it was love at first sight.
There are only a few minor issues. The first being that I know nothing about campers of any size. The second is that I lacked a proper vehicle to tow it with. Finally, it has no microwave. I am cautiously optimistic that six months in a confined space will go flawlessly!