Sunshine Valley and Thor Hurricane Class A Motorhome

I am so grateful for this Thor Hurricane the Class A Motorhome I bought from Traveland RV Dealer with the help of Scotia Bank.  I have the money but if I take it out the government will take it and Scotia Bank would rather loan me some of the cost so we both benefit.  Everyone benefits and I benefit the most.  

I must confess I traded in my 40 foot fitth wheel Toyhauler, a truly fine machine. I had it for seven years but it was too big for me to tow.  I was quite terrified with it despite my comfort with my Ford F350 truck and Camper and towing the RV’s I’d had before. It was just too big for me and instead of being what I wanted it became a mobile home. When I went camping I took the truck and camper.  

Driving the Thor Hurricane home with Laura that first day was so exciting.  I could do it. It was a challenge but after getting a trial ride around from Traveland the drive home with Laura and Madigan, the cockapoo was thrilling.

Laura has been camping with me a quarter century.  I began camping with my Dad and Mom and Brother in an army surplus’s canvas wooden poled tent.  In my 20’s I’d tent bicycling across Europe or white water canoeing in northern Canada. I even camped with just a sleeping bag hiking the west coast trail and the sierra mountains under the glorious canopy of the Milky Way.  Laura joined me tenting. We rode on the back of my motorcycle all over British Columbia summer  sleeping out in a pup tent at night.  She’s been with me as we graduated from tent to truck tent to little RV, camper, and now the ultimate Thor Hurricane,  My parents did the same transition form tenting to Class A Motorhome and loved all the friends they made in the Good Sam Club.

Yesterday we drove out of Vancouver and through the construction and delays in Langley on through the heavy traffic that persisted till Abbostford.  After Abbotdford the smoke alarm sounded and I tried to stop in the RV rest area only to find it was overtaken with squatters.  With alarms screaming I threaded my way through what seemed more like the Downtown East Side than beautiful BC.  For a moment I was infuriated at the outrageous taxes we pay our government and their incompetence dealing with immigration, housing and homelessness.  Thankfully I got through the slum and parked on the side of the highway.  It was just the heat or dying battery in the alarm.  I pressed a button and on came the air conditioning.  There but for the grace of God go I I thought looking back at the RV stop, a resource developed for those of us who use the roads and pay the taxes and work.  I don’t begrudge the squatters so much as authorities for not maintaining law and order.  In the US there are magazines for those who want to boon dock,  Canada has similiar wilderness.  These people could be redirected to alternative places and those who stay over 24 hours in these services areas could be fined or moved along.  Of course this is wrong and the situations that cause this are wrong and the government is the problem but I’m growing spiritually.  

As a doctor, wise in acceptance  said, I can find a speck of dirt on a white canvas wall and think of nothing else and if you don’t see it as the problem then its an even bigger problems.  So there I was back on the road looking out the increasingly usage window at the glorious scenery thinking how silly I am.  The alarm was nothing.  Everything was okay and very quickly I was driving through Chilliwack and past Hope seating beside the most beautiful woman in the world with the greatest little crazy dog seeing the most incredible mountains on the way to Sunshine Valley.

It was raining but so what. I was in heaven and arriving here I was ecstatic. I’d not had an accident. We’d not broken down.  Everything had goon so well. 

Now we are parked in the pretties little civilized RV park with mountains and clouds hanging in the snow covered peaks.  It’s taken no time to pack up and we have our home with all the amenities here.  i made us Beef Pies heated in the microwave and we watched Blue Bloods on TV feeding the dog half a bin of Hagen Daz ice cream before we got his tick pill he kept spitting out into him..  

Then it was the sleep of saints,  Laura is the most incredible companion to sleep with despite the crazy dog bouncing about between us.  Now I’ve woken to a new day in the country.

Thank you Jesus.  God is good all of the time.  This is truly heaven on earth.