Now this old RV doesn’t look a lick like the RV’s the Rileys drove. They lived many years as full-timers in a Country Coach, a darling of an RV, not like the vintage one we were driving as pictured above.
No two people were more savvy about how to sell their home and jump into a 35′ RV and go adventuring and live like millionaires, but one with affordability. For years they trekked far and wide, sidestepping property taxes, homeowners insurance, house maintenance costs.
After a few years they did purchase a plot along a creek south of Orlando and build a little guest cottage next to their RV pad. On the road, however, they made many friendships and established a grand RV community of people. Others never knew this was possible for someone making their home in a roaming RV to have such a grand life style.
We knew many fun people after we met the Rileys. We started out and ended with them while on a six-week escorted trip through much of Mexico with 23 other folks in RV’s.
The Rileys would host many special gatherings of people they met along the way at their Florida bolt-hole.. Peggy naturally would keep us all in the loop of what was going on in each of our lives through her bubbly e-mails. They were in frequent contact and visited people from all walks of life in all parts of the U.S. They even came to the Lazy Bee and we went to Canada to the Fiddle Contest.
When we visited the Rileys in Florida, they gave us a tour of an RV resort where lots sold for over one hundred thousand dollars each. The vast resort was filled with RVs each coach that cost upwards of a million or more. Of course, during our travels we loved the more rustic spots like Quartzite, Arizona, where there is no charge by the Bureau of Land Management to stay here out in the desert with thousands of others in vehicles of every size, shape and description.
Bob was the driver. He loved seeing new parts of the U.S. and got itchy when they stayed in one place too long. Finally, like all folks as they grew older and faced stiffer health issues, and found themselves parking their beloved RV for good and moving into a retirement village on the East coast where their cottage has a view of a Japanese garden and bridge.
No boredom, loneliness or loss of freedom for the Rileys when Bob now longer wanted to drive. Their memories and photos and continuing contacts with the RV community continue to offer richness of life. Kudos to the Rileys for making a success of retirement in grand fashion.