After my confession that in order to not go totally nuts at night I decided that I will not make any decisions while it is dark outside, this early morning I did just that. Made a decision. I had fitful bursts of dreams and tossing and turning about my future most of the night. It culminated (really need the spell check to keep up with the 50 cent vocabulary…) with a firm decision that I do not want a Class A. Too Much. Too much everything. The driving is the least of it. Finding places to park rank high on the list of issues, as I want to wander and park wherever. Too much maintenance on too large a scale. Climbing up on a Class C roof, piece of cake. Heck, used to climb and cave – not well, but I did. That was 30 years ago, but still I don’t tend to back down from ladders and such. However, a Class A causes me to pause. I don’t like pausing, it makes me stop and think, and then I don’t get anything done.
So, that narrows the field a lot. There are several smaller Class A rigs around, fewer Class C’s and they tend to sell quickly. I will now concentrate on cleaning and clearing this place and cashing out money to buy what I want when I find it.
I hope I sleep better tonight.