You just never know when you’re going to run into someone who actually knows where you live when that place is a small town. Most people haven’t a clue until Redding is mentioned then they can get a general idea of where it is. It happened to me today, that someone actually KNEW where we came from.

Just past noon I catch some movement out of the corner of my eye and a woman carrying something in her hand is approaching the van. The dogs have already started to raise a ruckus. Charlie is so intent on greeting the approaching woman that he launches himself out of the playpen and starts jumping up on this lady and she’s trying to keep him off her. I am doing my best to get out there quickly but I have to put my shoes on and contend with the baby gate that allows me to keep the van’s side doors open without the dogs escaping.  I finally get out there and corral Charlie and calm Fries down, thankful Burger is in the van, all the while wondering what in the world this woman could possibly want.

She stands there clutching a bag of something and as I turn to keep Charlie away from her I ask if I can help her. She says, “Oh, we were just wondering if you were all right. We are in that fifth wheel over there,” pointing to the west and across a small gully to a fifth wheel and white pickup.  I tell her I am fine and she can tell from my expression I guess that I am wondering just why she thinks I may not be alright. She says something to the effect they were worried and wondered if I had a way to cook and enough to eat.  She had made some chicken and that’s what she had in her hand and what the dogs were after. She had brought it over in case I was “in need”.

We chat a bit, she asks where I came from. When I tell her about my small town in the mountains of northern California she almost drops that chicken and tells me they lived there for 20 years. More chit chat reveals that she knew my Aunt Grace and it was her daughter-in-law I hired to help with Grace a couple of years before she passed. She says they now live in Red Bluff and I tell her that my youngest lives there. Her mouth drops open and she covers her mouth with her hand and I can tell she can’t wait to get back to her vacation home on wheels and tell her husband about her discovery.  Small world, and I am touched that they care. And she takes that chicken with her.  Dang.


Part of the OHV Road and Where We Walk Most Mornings

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There seems to be an assumption out there that those who travel small are destitute, have lost their homes, or come into some other calamity that forced them to live this way; we couldn’t possibly have CHOSEN this lifestyle.  Many, many people simply do not ‘get it’.  Don’t get me wrong, I am touched that there are people out there that care that someone may be in need. The world needs more of that. On the other hand, it’s wrong to assume that just because someone travels in a van they are destitute. It’s simply a smaller version of a “motor home”, and yes many of us have chosen to do this.


 I will continue to travel/live in Freedom. I can go anywhere that would remotely interest me (sand roads excepted! LOL) and not have to worry about parking.  I can enjoy things in the cities as well as my boondocking camping preference.  The van gets decent gas mileage. Decent, not great, but towing something or driving a larger rig would be much, much worse fuel wise. I like the fact that I can carry everything the dogs and I need in this smaller package and still be comfy and cozy and very, very mobile  able to go just about anywhere easily and conveniently.

DSC_0032.JPG                                       Do  you see the profile of a face looking heavenward?

Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel.  We appreciate your continued interest in the blog.  Hugs, Shawna

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Author: 2DogsTravel

Hello! Welcome to my blog. I am a full-time traveler, retired from a lifetime of different occupations, traveling the country with my two little dogs, Fries and Charlie B; The Chiweenie Brothers. You never know where you might find us, but if you do stop by and say hi . . . If you can get past the two best watch dogs in the universe! Happy Trails!

One thought on “IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTERALL …”

  1. LOL, love the fact you found someone from our neck of the woods there, And tiny homes are the rage, so you are in style…just most are 250-600 or more sq ft vs 80….I am glad there are people that care and are looking out for you, even if she took the chicken back to her trailer. Probably too excited to tell her companion…Weather here is glorious, trees are budding out. I need to get the weed sprayer working, amazing how quickly the grass and weeds are popping out of the ground. Jonquils and Tulips are coming up too.
    First day of daylight savings and I forgot to set the clock…good thing I tend to get up about 5:30am..still feel like a nap is in order!! Have a great week.


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