|The Beast: Happy in its new role as American Gothic House privacy screen/fence.|
When I drove to Iowa last August I made the difficult decision of driving my MINI to Iowa, leaving The Beast with my brother Mike in Southern California. My parting words were, "I'll be back in a month." Then I stumbled upon the American Gothic House and moved in. My plans to return to LA were stymied and thus my refrain became, "I'll be there at Christmas." But I ended up spending the entire winter in Iowa, writing my book and not really missing the California rat race. So, eventually, I promised, "I'll come and get it this spring, maybe drive it back to Iowa at Easter." But then spring came and went and the RV was still in California.
I didn’t feel much pressure as I sensed Mike wasn't in a huge hurry to part with it. He was getting good use out of the RV for surf trips, even just day trips to Huntington Beach where he could use the big rig for both a wetsuit changing room and a post-surf-session coffee house with an ocean view.
|Even I was able to get in on the RV surf safari action|
when I snuck in a quick trip to LA in February.
|Mike also used the RV for beachfront brunches with my parents.|
With a little juggling of schedules and a lot of lucky timing, I was able to get the RV from LA to Phoenix, where friends from Eldon were vacationing, and they drove The Beast cross-country from Phoenix to Southeast Iowa. And now, I am happily reunited with my trusty travel rig. I cannot wait for a lull in this searing summer heat and this Pitchfork Pie Stand busyness to take it out on a road trip.
Until then, I am equally thrilled at how The Beast is serving this inadvertent purpose. My neighbors haven’t complained about my dogs since the RV arrived. Rather, I’m waiting for their next complaint: that I’m blocking their view. I have a response already prepared in anticipation: “If you need something to watch, there’s this thing called TV.”