Our 9 tips for successful (long term) camper travel with children

We travelled in a small camper with our two boys for eight months and hardly ever argued with each other. We laughed a lot and enjoyed it equally as much and were asked again and again: How do you manage in such a small space?

We are happy to pass on some tips:

  • Travel slowly, have few plans and no expectations. That way, spontaneous and short-term decisions can be adapted to the mood of the family. If it was too hot, we drove into the mountains or to the coast. If the family needed to relax, we stayed in a restful place a bit longer, if we felt like peace and quiet, we searched an exciting nature trail.
  • Although spontaneity is great, a daily routine for the family is as important in a camper as it is at home. Or perhaps even more important. The size of the camper space seems to increase the more a routine sets in. Cooking your own meals and eating “in” can also help keep a routine.
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The economic crisis of the U.S.A.

The U.S. is making headlines: economic crisis, debt, unemployment. But is the future of the great power nation really that black? As independent, non-residential long-term travellers in the country of fifty states, we were often asked by friends and acquaintances, to give an account of how the Americans themselves perceived the crisis.

For five months we journeyed in this very diverse and complex giant. Too short and too superficial to submit a detailed report. Passers-by often see only one-sided shades of a country. Those who linger get a deeper insight. Nevertheless, we are happy to share our observations with you.

Judging by the vehicles on the roads, the country and its people are doing very well. The latest models shine and sparkle in all colours. On a second look however, the many signs for financial help and fast money catch our attention. Does anybody ever pay for anything in cash, we wonder? Even in the hospital (when we have Desmond’s plaster cast removed) we were granted a 30% discount because we paid the full amount of the treatment immediately – unlike (almost) all others who paid with monthly instalments.

It seems the health care sector is feeling the crisis too and is spreading their services thick with advertising. Dr. Ed, the friendly dentist advertises on the radio with excited children, who can hardly wait for their dental visit (“Mom, we want to go to Dr. Ed!”, they all shout excitedly.), a cancer clinic reassures future patients that all their worries will be taken care of and roadside posters show a smiling man and the slogan: “Prostate Cancer? We can fix you in five days!”Advertising is running almost constantly on the radio, even the news reporter slips a commercial before completing the daily headlines.

A very nice, but somewhat excited senior concludes his monologue with the exciting fact that the Antichrist had been amongst us for quite a while. He had evidence, he tells us. We soon figure that he is talking about a government leader, but we can’t quite determine his political direction.

Anyway, opinions about the good or bad President are strongly divided. President Obama is frequently and publicly criticized and posters and stickers with “Obama sucks” are common, particularly in the south of the country. But also the former president gets some bad publicity. One poster shows a laughing Mr. Bush and next to it: “I have drawn the country into the dirt and you blame the black guy for it!” There seem to be no shyness for public shaming.

And as in every crisis, there is always a winner: McDonalds has long queues of vehicles at the drive-through and queues of people at their counters. Next to them, the Burger Kings are empty.

As passers-by, we met mainly shoppers in supermarkets, sales assistants, homeless people in parking lots, campground managers, retirees and camper travellers, doctors and dentists and people who wash their clothes in public laundries.

We got to know rich people who seem little affected by the crisis, live in beautiful villas with large, green lawns, and poor people who have lost their homes, are jobless or manage to juggle several jobs together.

And then there is the broad middle and the disciplined survivors. We had the privilege to meet a handful of people who have managed to remain positive despite huge wage cuts and life changes and who have made the most out of their difficult situations. They still smile even after having lost their jobs as executive managers of international companies and having been demoted to working as cashiers in supermarkets or assistants in small shops. Even during these hard times, they don’t give up hope and never let go of their dignity. Our admiration belongs to them.
The younger generation probably suffer the most because many of them have never learnt how to tighten their belts. They grew up with the expectation to enter at the level of a manger after leaving school and to move straight into a pretty house.

All in all, the crisis is hardly visible to outsiders. Road conditions are often worse than in Mexico, but at the same time large scale road work is going on everywhere in the country. We drove through areas that are so dilapidated that they made the crumbling of the American Dream visible and on the other hand we passed places so well maintained and neat that they offered delight to the eyes. We honestly cannot judge how the country has changed in recent years.

What we can judge, however, is the warmth of the American people. Many of them have met us with a smile and an outstretched hand. We have got to know some wonderful people and found in them lifelong friends. Jackie, Frank and Sharon who were true angles on our side, Jim, the hairdresser, who presented us with a bag of chocolate pretzels, Rich and his family, who invited us to their camp fire, Carol and John, whose cheerfulness was contagious, Darren, the wonderful man who spontaneously asked us to come to his house, Sue and Don, who spread sunshine, Ryan and Katie, who treated us like family and many other souls who touched us deep inside.

The Native Americans of Utah drew a “circle of friends” on the rocks. It symbolizes the strength of friendship. It is said that the people would sit around a bonfire in the evening, sharing their hearts with their friends and pointing out the good qualities in each other. As the fire turned to ember, their friendships were sealed.

Thank you, dear friends – old and new, that you make our “Circle of Friends” so colourful and that you enlarge it with your kindness and embrace us in your heart.

Good-bye words

It’s time - yet another Hudson life-phase is coming to an end. Tomorrow we will fly to Asia for a last time (well, for a while) and a good two and a half weeks later to Switzerland via a very overdue visit to the UK. A new chapter is waiting to be opened. 

Before we close our travels with Alfie (camper), we would like to share the following words with you that we found in an interesting fossil museum. 

What a week: Hurricane Irene

Our week started off very, very good. With a riding lesson on a beautiful farm. A magical place where animals live peacefully together, and a pot-bellied pig grunts happily sleeping in front of them. A woolly cat jumped onto the fence post, just so he could climb from there onto my shoulder and with that action demanded undevided attention, which I granted him ever so happily.


The same day we looked at the Niagra Falls and were surprised at how urban and built up the area around the falls is. You don’t see the high rises on postcards …


A Walmart night brought a little bit of sleep. The next morning, whilst driving south-east, we heard about the two earthquakes in the not too far distance. 

In the north-west of New York State, we found a cozy, friendly camp site and decided to spend the final days before the camper handover here. Swim in the pool, play basketball and Frisbee golf (that’s mega fun), read books, walk through the forest and search for fossils… HOLIDAYS.

In the night from Wednesday to Thursday we were awakened by a freak storm. The camper shook in the wind and the night sky was light up by lightening for at least twenty minutes without interruption (later we heard from the Weather Station that 4000 flashes were recorded in one hour).

The storm was barely mentioned in regard to the coming hurricane. And whilst I am writing these lines, people arrive in their campers, fleeing the coast. Nervousness is in the air, even though the moment is incredibly calm. Airplanes were flown away from New York. The railroad and subway shut. Everyone is waiting. Everyone is watching the first news from North Carolina. What will Irene bring?

They just announced we would get around 2 inches of rain tonight and wind around 20 miles per hour. Mild compared to the coast, but anything but funny in a camper. 

We too are waiting. And we hope and wish for all our fellow human beings near the center of the hurricane that Irene will calm down soon.

Fully connected

On a day like today, we feel overcome by water. Last night it rained heavily. Desmond and Lenny were hopping into the swimming pool next to our campsite an hour ago and we enjoy a full hook up at this location. Water flows in abundance.

A “full hook up” is the normal situation for most of you readers, but for us, it is a pretty rare and actually quite unnecessary luxury.

A full hook up means that our camper is connected to the local power supply via a cable and to the plumbing via a hose pipe. In addition, grey and black water don’t end up in the camper’s tank, but directly in the sewer. If we are at a modern campground, it also means that we receive free wireless Internet.

However nice all this is, we are actually doing just fine without a “hook up”. The water tank of the camper can be filled at petrol stations or roadside rest stops. As a family we manage on 35 liters per day if we have to! (According to Desmond’s math book an average Swiss person uses 107 liters of water per day, an average Brazilian 137 liters and an average Indian 33 liters. For a Swiss family that would be about 400 liters per day.) We empty the waste water tanks at special “dump” stations, often also found at rest stops. And our solar panel on the roof produces enough electricity for our modest needs. Wireless Internet can be received outside many motels, McDonalds, Starbucks and other places.
Nevertheless, we do enjoy the occasional luxury of full hook up camping, especially a long and hot shower and a good clean of the bathroom and kitchen!

 

Yesterday is still alive today

Everyone has a history. You and me. Whole nations have their histories. The behavior of the Mexicans towards the Americans (and vice-versa) is still influenced by history. Also the Chinese behave as it would be expected based on their history. The history of England reveals itself in their behavior, as well as the Swiss, French and all the others. Everything and everyone is connected to the now and the yesterday.

Even if it sometimes seems a burden, history shaped our behavior. Our history lives on in us, in today as in yesterday.

It affects who we fall in love with, how we raise our children; it determines how we respond to our environment and how we sleep at night.

And precisely on this issue logs my own personal history.

With the camper, we often sleep in wilderness places. Far away from people, lights and noise. Idyllic. But when the darkness comes, my brain begins to send irrational fear signals that are based on past events rather than present facts.

When I was a child, our house was broken into twice. Once I heard the thief sneak around and once I found out about it the next morning. In China, we were attacked at our house in the darkness of the night. Nothing happened, at least not outwardly, but deep down I became an even bigger “night scaredy-cat”.

A few weeks ago we arrived once more at a heavenly place to stay. It was a perfect clearing in a pretty forest near a picturesque stream. Seemingly far away from civilization and very peaceful. But as soon as the sun disappeared behind the mountain, my mind began the rollercoaster ride of a lunatic …

Near the Murder Creek.

Why, I suddenly wondered, was the stream called “Murderer’s Creek”? And why was the log cabin that stood next to us disserted, creepy and burnt down? Why did the trees around us bare the signs “No Trespassing”? Out of nowhere, a car turned up, stopped next to us and we watched as the woman in the passenger seat lowered her window and shot a picture of our license plate in her side mirror. That was the last straw: My imagination went on overdrive! That night (as in many previous and following nights), every noise made me wince. Needless to say that my reaction was completely unreasonable.

But you know what? Skill comes with practice and since then, I’ve (almost) managed to overcome my fear of the dark. And if I can, others can too, indeed, even entire nations can!

So tell us, what’s your history?

The Lonely Planet of a Camper Traveller

Lonely Planet is the name of the world-famous travel handbooks. Yet, all of us who have followed guide books during our travels possibly know that their paths are all but lonely.

If you are looking for a lonely planet, you are better off getting a camper in the USA and leaving for an adventure. Indeed, we had been longing for peace, quiet and loneliness back in January. 29 months in the hotel business in China had bestowed us with countless wonderful meetings (with Lonely Planet travellers and others).  But enough was enough and we needed a tourism-break. The following months were beyond our expectations. We literally met nearly nobody.

Lonely "wild" camping.

Most campgrounds were still closed when we started in winter. Those who hosted guests despite the cold temperatures were all but “lively”. Many pensioners travel the US in huge camper busses and often spend their days inside their rolling houses. The nights we slept on supermarket parking lots or in the “wild” nature, we met nobody anyway. National and State Parks offered a welcome exception and brought a few great friendships. Especially during the summer holiday time.  

Then we got to Baja California in Mexico. After the long solitude we were looking forward to meeting the many legendary travellers who were on their way south. But we seemed to be too late in the season and Baja was nearly tourist-empty. In the three months that followed we met a mere 10 traveller couples.

Empty campground in Mexico.

If you travel in your own camper, you neither rely on hotels nor public transport. We often didn’t meet anybody for days, except maybe a friendly supermarket checkout lady or a talkative gas station attendant. Nice and interesting moments happened mostly when repairs were needed or with the contact to truck drivers. Even when talking to a National Park ranger, she complained about the lack of communication with visitors and told us that if they talked, they usually shouted at her.

Eight months on the road in our camper brought exactly what we had hoped for: endless solitude, moments of deep thoughts and lots of alone-time. They kept forcing us – especially during long drives – to keep busy with ourselves. Constructive boredom is something that needs mastering! We are super proud of our sons that they have not once complained. Being able to sit still for hours and follow our own inner thoughts is something that will surely be beneficial to all of our futures.

But for now, we are immensely looking forward to making new friends and having long discussions with old friends and family.

The long drive to the beginning of the circle

After the beautiful Utah nearly 4000 km are waiting for us. A long way back to the east coast of the USA. We will hand over Alfie to a nice, German family in Philadelphia.

Colorado shows us a few wonderful faces: The Colorado National Monument, a great Dinosaur Museum, the hot sulphur spring pools and the Rocky Mountains National Park.

After that the road becomes more or less flat and straight and leads for about 2000 km through sweet corn fields. The sweetest in the world; we are told. 

Colorado National Monument

Desmond with T-Rex

Rocky Mountains

The transport of wind turbine blades.