Two weirdos and an RV.
The RV’s chassis can build up a dangerous electrical charge that will zap the first person unfortunate enough to step out the door and create a circuit with the earth.
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We also discovered new music. Literally–while tromping through a riverbed in the park, looking for photo shoot locations for Lexie, I stumbled across a still-wrapped CD in the mud.
The music is an insane collision of ragtime, jazz, swing, bluegrass, cabaret, vaudeville, burlesque, Hostess Twinkie, caffeine and Tilt-a-Whirl.
She walked to the front of the stage and belted out an a capella, un-microphoned, goosebump-raising rendition of “The Wind that Shakes the Barley.” This was an excellent way to get our attention.
Think of SXSW as a musical sampler buffet, rather than a full meal. We took a relaxed pace and still managed to see no fewer than twelve bands in our four days attending the shows.
Formerly known as the Atomic Café, Elysium’s smack in the middle of fratboy heaven, an unlikely location for a dedicated goth-industrial haven, but it exists.
We find ourselves, unexpectedly, members of a secret society, of sorts. Okay, it’s not all that secret, but it’s fun to imagine that it is. When we decided to take to the road full-time in our big old Dolphin, we knew that we were younger than the average RV travelers, and the raised eyebrows that we encountered at many parks were expected.
After a few months on the road, though, we began to wonder if there were ANY other fulltimers who weren’t retirees. It’s not that we can’t get along with …
