Toronto seems like an odd place to interrupt this recollection but it does make the point that the RV
could go anywhere. In this instance to Yorkdale Mall and then we took the subway in for a day in the city.
The RV was the size of a stretched van, 19 feet and as such it could go anywhere a car could go. Garage
sales were a favorite activity along with downtown visits. One benefit was being able to go over the pass
at Glacier National Park. Finally, on my third visit there, time was taken to camp right through the park
and it was fabulous, the only way to truly see and appreciate one of the finest drives in North America.
The RV was sold  to an
energetic young father who
was into Toyota and looking
for something for his young
family to go to the beaches
in. He may have taken me by
telling me the motor needed
replacement, indeed, the unit
needed 3 to 4 thousand
dollars worth of repairs.
Hearing that, I lowered my
price to a token amount only
to have he and his friends
show up in a 60K super
truck ready to get the old girl
back on the road. They ran
out for a new tire right away,
sprayed the carburetor
senseless and filtered off
into the sunset.  It was a
case of having to do this as
the RV was no longer being
used and was being
progressively vandalized
sitting there. Still, it was a
decade of memories being
driven away.
Road touring was my father's
favorite thing to do. Each year,
he would get his precious two
weeks of holidays and hit the
road to Neepawa and points
beyond. In time, there were
more weeks and visits to
Yellowstone, Victoria  and
Calgary and Edmonton. When
it became my time to travel, I
started out in a VW Beetle with
a pup tent. A camperized van
soon followed allowing for a
huge trip to California and the
Canadian West.  That unit gave
way to the truck camper which
really saw the country from
one end to the other. It was
almost the perfect travel
experience as there was
power, park anywhere
convenience and just enough
space for one.  Those were the
Thompson Group Home years
and it was used for several
trips with the girls, most
notably to Expo 86.

Increased responsibilities lead
to the RV though and another
round of touring. In time, I
found I did not need that big
drive to the exotic destination.
That was a very Flin Flon thing
to do as the isolation would
push people to drive, to get out.
I think that is what it was for
my Father. It certainly was for
me. I could go for eleven
months straight just to have
that one month on the road.
With the RV, things changed.
First off, it was not exactly a
road warrior. Although it did
get us all over North America
in its day, it was slow going,
sometimes very slow. Age
also crept in and the accent
became relaxing, just enjoying
the day, preparing the meals
and kicking back. Trips
became closer to home and
stays became longer and
longer. Hence the rambles to
the Great Lakes and
Minnesota. Gradually, I
realized I maybe did not want
the touring any longer. That
final swing through Minnesota
convinced me that taking it
easy on vacation may be what
I needed now.

With the loss of 385 Princess
Boulevard as an address and
destination, the idea of a
cottage began to assert itself.

Having a place at a beach is a
good thing and looking back,
the RV 's often found
themselves at beaches.
Pacific Rim, Lake Superior,
Malibu, Old Woman Bay,
Prince Edward Island, there
were so many over the years.
Mine, be it ever so humble, and
that it is, will do quite nicely.

The time may come again
when hitting the road may
make sense again. I could see
doing it for the weather but
perhaps not being able to
afford it, gas prices being what
they are. In any case, these
journeys have been very
special and have done much to
make me a citizen of the world.