What I miss since we’ve become fulltime RVers on the road


By Saimi Rote Bergmann

My beads. My mosaic tiles. Flower arranging. My car. A fully equipped kitchen. My vegetable garden, even the weeds. This is how desperate I’ve become – I even miss weeding.

Of course it goes without saying that since selling our house in Ohio and going on the lam, I’ve missed my friends. But right now, stuck in one place for more than a month, I miss something to do. 

I miss crafting. I had two full cupboards of every imaginable crafting supply. If I got bored or had a spare minute, I could create something.

I miss my garden, especially the tomatoes and the herbs.

And – here it comes – I even miss work.  Not my former job, but the actual process of working. The purpose, the helping, the challenge, the paycheck.

So… hubby (also restless) and I held a meeting. After we visit family for Christmas and New Year’s, we are pulling up roots, er, wheels, and heading west again. We had thought about looking for jobs here in San Antonio, but even though it is the friendliest town we’ve ever visited, it’s not the right place for us.

We will still spend half the year in Ohio – we have family there, and I have a seasonal tour business (www.foodiefieldtripsohio.com). We will still travel extensively in the RV, but come January, we will be on the hunt for a winter home.



Happy Givingthanks Day – a nontraditional celebration


Holiday meals on the road can be pretty lonely. This year, thanks to the good folks at Braunig Lake RV Resort in San Antonio, we spent it with about 60 other fulltiming “orphans.”. Braunig has a tradition of hosting a turkey dinner for residents – they provide the turkey, potatoes and stuffing, and the guests bring a dish to share.  IMG_20151126_121339555

As with all potlucks, the array of dishes was amazing. All the usual suspects, plus some unexpected additions, like bacon-wrapped asparagus bundles. The food was so good, we forgot to take pictures of it!  I brought cranberry applesauce, and a bowl of bacon coleslaw. IMG_9586


The recipe is simple – make coleslaw the way you prefer, then add in thinly sliced green pepper and thinly sliced green onion and crispy crumbled bacon. I used two bags of shredded cabbage, 1 medium bell pepper, three green onions, and half a cup of crumbled bacon.  I prefer to use sweet and sour dressing, but couldn’t find any (What the heck Texas?) so I used a jar of Whitehouse Coleslaw dressing.IMG_9589

Sat with two lovely couples from opposite ends of Canada. We had lots of shared interests, so conversation was lively. We ended up staying two hours, then left with a package of leftovers. A good day.IMG_20151126_131525145

A vagabond’s lament – contents will shift


By Saimi Rote Bergmann

When you live in a regular house, your breakables are safe unless you are hit by an earthquake. When you live in a house on wheels, a pothole can do equal damage.

Somewhere along interstate-10, something shifted inside a storage compartment, and this happened…IMG_9526

Which of course meant this had to happen…IMG_9533

As annoying as it was to have to empty everything out to dry, I secretly wish I could have seen the explosion happen. Wouldn’t it be cool if the can flew around like a balloon that’s been punctured?

A vagabond’s lament – meet cool folks, hello, goodbye.


It’s happened to all of us – you meet someone and you click right away. Conversation flows easily, common interests are discovered, and laughter ensues. When you are a fulltime RVer on the move, connections like this are bittersweet because you know they are fleeting.

To Jennifer Meyer and Kate Hill- I regret we had such a short time together in Sturbridge, Mass., but I think of you every time I open my fridge!

These two gals from from Oregon have been traveling across the U.S. like us (www.oneyearontheroad.com), and when we met they had just been to Cape Cod. By luck, they got there in time to witness the cranberry harvest. Jennifer was trying to get some photos when a truck driver stopped and offered her a higher vantage point by standing on his cranberry-laden truck.

She got her shot, then he offered, “You want some cranberries?” and scooped a bunch into a plastic bag. Apparently a believer in pass-it-on, Jennifer offered us some of the cranberries that “fell off the truck.”IMG_9285

I made this tart cranberry applesauce, with apple cider from Vermont, apples from Maine, cranberries from Massachusettes, and a little brown sugar.

Fall foliage? What foliage? Too busy making RV repairs.


By Saimi Bergmann

Oh, stubborness, thy name is male. They won’t ask for directions, won’t read directions, and won’t ask for help.

Thus, we found ourselves in a ridiculous situation that could have ended with us in the hospital… or on Funniest Home Videos.

Here’s what happened. Our RV does not have an attached ladder. On the second day of our trip to see New England fall foliage, a roof vent tore loose, so hubby had to get up onto the roof to repair it. Rather than ASK SOMEONE IN THE CAMPGROUND FOR A LADDER, he decides to build a tower… well, I’ll let the picture tell the story.

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The tower wasn’t tall enough, so he added two plastic blocks on top of the stool, then I stood on the picnic table and laced my hands to give him a boost. Still no go because there was no ledge for him to grab. So, rather that ASK SOMEONE IN THE CAMPGROUND FOR A LADDER,  hubby ties a rope to a tree on the other side, then throws it over the roof. He climbs back on the leaning tower of blocks, I lace fingers to give him a boost, and he uses the rope to pull himself up. Success!

Well, sort of.  The weight on the rope dented the edge of the roof. Sigh. At least hubby was already up there to make the repair.


Heading to Vermont for some leaf peeping


By Saimi Rote Bergmann

Round two. Here we go again, heading off for our second vagabond tour. This time, we will travel the U.S. clockwise.

First, as they say on TV, a review of season one. Hubby and I sold our Ohio home and hit the road in September, 2014. We drove west, high points including the Bourbon Trail just south of Louisville, Ky., the Hot Air Balloon Festival in Albuquerque, and a taping of Betty White’s show, “Hot in Cleveland,” in Hollywood. Also enjoyed Death Valley and visiting the Clinton and Reagan presidential libraries, in Arkansas and California, respectively.

And oh, the food. We remember most cities by the dishes we enjoyed. Traveling on our stomaches, to twist a phrase.

After eight months and 12,000 miles through 22 states we returned to Ohio for the summer, so I could run Foodie Field Trips, a seasonal tour company I own with Jennifer Mastroianni. (www.foodiefieldtripsohio.com)

Today we left Ohio, heading east to New England. Because hubby was a college professor, we never could vacation in the fall, and I’ve always wanted to go leaf peeping in Vermont and New Hampshire.