Tuesday, May 02, 2017


Fulltiming in Scampy 

7:30am - While visiting at John & Mimi's home yesterday, I disclosed to them a plan of mine to fulltime in Scampy. John commented, that perhaps I would enjoy a less active life style at my age [80 years next birthday].

It is likely true that most seniors reaching 80 do not venture out to fulltime in their RV. However, my dream is to do it!

And so, I am going to give it a go. 😎

9:15am - Lake Murray
The weather near John's home looks sooooo nice this morning. We have decided to make a Day Camp above nearby Lake Murray in Mission Trails Park.

Click [Here] to see our Day Camp Location.

View from our Day Camp

10:30am - Scampy vs Regular RVing
We on the Scampy Team go RVing the same as we did in the days of Tioga and George. When we head out, we rarely have a destination in mind. All that we have is a general direction.

MsTioga and Little Scampy are alike in that regard. Neither of them wanted a destination. Because they did not want to know exactly where they heading!

What we do and where we go during a day, should be a surprise! Tioga always searched for adventure. Now, Scampy does the same. That means that the Scampy RV Team may travel perhaps only 5-miles. Then, see something interesting, make a Day Camp and explore.

11:45am - Dump station
On going potty, I was very surprised to find that Scampy's black tank was full!! We checked around the Lake Murray area for dump stations. Found one.
Cost: $20 bucks! No thank you.

We are now at the South Shore Boat Ramp where using the dump station is free.

I gotta begin looking down the toilet to see the black water level!

7:25pm - Kearny Mesa Nite Camp
We are back on the dead end street that we like for our Nite Camps because there is very little traffic here. Makes for quiet at sleeping time.

Nite Camp Location Map

Elevation: 370 feet



  1. I don't think humans were meant to be less active...keep moving is my theory. But as I grow older, I like flying less and less...it's not like it use to be with plenty of leg room and courteous airline attendants. Now we're herded like cattle into small compartments with inability to move, no food, a small drink and then off the plane. I think I like traveling by car or train now. I still like tent camping.

    1. Hi Rita,

      I like your "keep moving" theory!

      And.... I agree with your description of present day flying. For the airlines now, it seems to be all about saving money.



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  3. 80 is the new 70! Do what you'd like :)

    1. Hi Mary,

      OK! Nice to know!

      I was 70 in 2007. I was sooooo young!



  4. Having a home base, in my opinion, is not a bad idea. Nobody said you couldn't wonder from there.

    1. Hi Judy,

      Wow! I have a home base RV. It's MsTwayler back in Apple Valley CA.

      When I get to the top of the Jojoba Hills waiting list, MsTwayler will set up at Jojoba RV Park.



  5. George, does Little Scampy have a monitor on the wall that indicates when the black water tank is 1/4 full, 1/2 full, or 100 percent full? Of course, in order for the monitor to work, there needs to be sensors in the tank for the monitor to read. That gadget isn't an exact science, for sure, but it gives you some idea of how full the tank is.

    1. Hi Dee,

      Little Scampy does not have any monitors.

      However, just looking down the toilet does the job. I just was not doing that.

      Thanks for your comment/suggestion!



  6. The Rest of the Story:

    In 1816 there was no Kansas City, Missouri. There was in that vicinity,
    however, a small military outpost, a fort on the fringe of what was then
    our American frontier, Fort Osage.

    Late in the year that outpost was visited by a fellow named Danny.
    He was dressed in crude clothing, the kind worn by indigent hunters.
    Would the officers at the fort mind putting him up for a while? No,
    he was told, they would not mind.

    So Danny remained at Fort Osage for two weeks, during which the
    soldiers learned THE REST OF THE STORY.
    For years Danny had been hearing wonderful stories about the
    western wilderness. He had been told about the fabulous lakes
    and rivers, of the grand mountains which lay beyond. Danny wanted
    to explore them. He wanted to taste the fresh water and savor the
    sweet air and see the crests of the Rockies surge upward into a
    shimmering blue sky. The men at Fort Osage appreciated Danny's
    youthful enthusiasm. Decades before Horace Greeley would
    proclaim, "Go West, young man, and grow up with the country."

    Danny was determined to go West.
    Still, the soldiers wondered if Danny knew what he was getting into.
    A half-dozen years before, in 1810, mountain man John Colter had
    returned from that beckoning wilderness, the area which now so
    intrigued Danny, and he, Colter, had just barely emerged with his life.

    After the Blackfoot Indians had captured and almost killed him, the
    weather and the wilderness itself had nearly finished him off.
    Wouldn't Danny be just as happy back in the Missouri territory, the
    soldiers wondered? There was still much hunting and exploring to be
    done in those virgin forests, enough excitement to satisfy any eager
    adventurer. No, Danny protested, Missouri was getting too crowded,
    too civilized. He reckoned he'd be moving on.

    And he did.

    He left Fort Osage, headed north up the Missouri River, then west on
    the Platte River across what is now the state of Nebraska. Danny
    followed the Platte all the way to the Rocky Mountains. When he ran
    out of river, he traveled overland. He crossed what is now Wyoming,
    northwest into Yellowstone country. Danny had plunged almost a
    thousand miles into a land about which white men were only
    beginning to dream. A rugged, dangerous journey. Threatened by
    Indians, he eluded them. Besieged by bitter weather, he survived.

    After a season exploring that sometimes perilous, always awesome
    wilderness wonderland, Danny returned to the Missouri Territory to
    tell what he had seen. In one respect, his trek was unremarkable.

    For if anyone should have found his way all that way and back, he
    should have. You see, Danny was known as Kentucky's original
    settler, a trailblazer with no rival, Colonel Daniel Boone.
    And one thing more.

    When Daniel Boone visited Fort Osage in 1816 before embarking on
    his journey of almost a thousand miles, westward on the Platte River,
    to the Rockies, to the Yellowstone, and almost a thousand miles
    back -- before he had even begun that journey, he, Daniel Boone,
    was eighty-two years old!
    ∞‹∞ ∞‹∞ ∞‹∞ ∞‹∞

    1. Hi Bob,

      Daniel Boone was 82 years old. Wow!

      Maybe I'll be OK for my adventure with Scampy. I won't be 82 until 2019!

      Thanks for the story!



  7. Loved The Rest of the Story, Bob!

  8. Great story, Bob. Thanks for sharing. And now we know...the rest of the story. Does anyone remember who used to say those words

  9. Both my parents are 80 years old. You have them both beat in energy and activities. This is a good thing. There are many preconceptions on what one should and can do at whatever age. I like your attitude. Ignore those who say otherwise.

    1. Hi Steve,

      Thank you sooooo much for your encouraging comment! 😎



  10. George like you I will be 80 my next birthday. At age 70 I had a heart attack was DOA at the hospital. Thought it was time to settle down and bought a park model. although wife and I enjoyed it we found out we were not satisfied After six years we sold it and were back in the motorhome full timing. I have had another heart attack, wife has a bad back and in the 4th stage of kidney failure. We know we are going to die sometime but we are not going to sit around waiting on it. Enjoy life the way you choose it.