Tag Archives: RV park

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes for a travel PT…

11 Jun

Choosing your travel housing and getting it right the first time (especially when trying to figure it from a distance in an unfamiliar place) doesn’t always happen. For me, my originally planned location was a good starting point because of its proximity to family despite its significant distance from my workplace. But with the passing of time, getting to know your surroundings, and getting to know the (not so hospitable) people within your new community can lead you to the conclusion: “Get me the hell away from this place!” I’m still sticking to my recommendation to fellow healthcare travelers to strongly consider the RV-ing route for this exact reason. Lower cost rent, monthly/weekly/daily rate options, and the ability to take your “house” with you at the drop of a hat continue to be an advantage.

However, I am learning the challenges to RV’ing in the Tucson area, where you really have to be selective about the community you pick in the sand sea of senior citizens. At my last location, the (older) population was not of the hip variety (if they even had their real hips) and pretty intolerant of a 30-something professional in their lair. (Mind you, I was not in a community exclusive for 55+. There were hellians tearing around on trikes and 40-something trailer trash milling around—that’s right, I went there.) It doesn’t take long to pick up on the vibes of the “regulars” who reside at an RV park that are not interested in a transient person invading their space. I actually got confronted for “casing” one of the mobile homes while trying to take photos of the Super Moon with my telephoto lens. These experiences, culminated with a climactic over-dramatized incident involving my dogs, led me to speed up the process of moving on to sandier pastures. As a PT and an RVer, I’m grateful for the housing freedom to be able to scope out other options and pick up and go as I see fit. Currently, I’m settled in to an RV park that is in a much more desirable location, managed by welcoming and professional folks, and doesn’t appear to have an express ticket on the gossip train. All pluses in my book!

Watching the sun set behind the mountains from my RV site…

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Snow lover meets Snowbirds

17 Apr

RV park living is a whole different culture.  Particularly here, where there are still a lot of “snowbirds”—seniors who migrate to the desert’s winter warmth, fleeing the arctic blast of the northern US or Canada.  Imagine the raised eyebrows and questioning stares as an unfamiliar “young girl” toting a six pack of beer walks into their St. Patty’s Day party.  Now, I love me some senior citizens; it’s part of why I love the areas of physical therapy practice in which I often work.  Seniors, however, are often more guarded with outsiders to their circle.  All this situation needed was a little ice breaker, right?  That came quickly while I watched a frosty white haired lady being whisked around the dance floor, shuffling precariously backward.  My PT switch clicked on and commented, “You know, so many backward steps are a hip fracture waiting to happen.  They’re going to fall down… aaannnyyy… minute…”  And BAM! Down they tumbled.  It was actually relatively graceful, but I hear a mild Irish buzz may have aided that.  As we hoisted somebody’s sweet grandma off the dance floor, everyone quickly knew who I was and what I did for a living.

Although not incredibly social with the part-timer who is at least 3 decades younger than most of them, RVers collectively are politely friendly folks.  I rarely drive by a person without a smile and a wave exchanged.  But now, as the desert slowly heats up, the snowbirds are migrating back to their northern homes.  I do look forward to the upcoming days of less inquisitive (slightly judgmental) eyes and less yappy miniature dogs.