Archive for October, 2006

Frequntly Asked Questions

Monday, October 30th, 2006

Or…the nuts and bolts of living and schooling on the road.

Naturally, before we took off on our year-long journey in a Volkswagen van which doubled as my son’s junior high school year, friends had questions.  Here were a few of the most common ones.

1)  How much will it cost?

This answer has two parts.  The first has to do with setup costs.  We chose to travel in a 1987 Westphalia van, fully-equiped for camping.  Like the turtle, we carried our home with us: kitchen, beds, tables which doubled for study areas.  The one we bought was around $10,000.00, including sale price, taxes, mechanic tuneup and maintenance.  Then my husband, Chip, customized it so that we indeed had a Magic Bus:  extra battery and lights, ($200) a transformer for my laptop ($130),a superheavy chest bolted to the roof for extra storage (180), bike racks and bikes on top,($700) a small motorcycle ($!800)riding on a specially-designed carrier ($280) at the rear.Although I had been using a desktop computer at home, I bought a new laptop for both of us to use.  Chip equipped us with a set of tools ($60), extra lights and storage chests ($70), and a gas grill ($45).  I spent a hundred dollar for books, magazines, cds, maps and guides, although we managed to borrow most that we needed.  We also spent about $700 for four correspondence courses for Ryan including textbooks–trigonometry, American history( 2 semesters) and earth science.

We were not truly self-contained.  We did not have our own bathroom.  That meant a lot of stops along the way at service stations and rest areas.  It also meant we carried a camping shovel for proper disposal when camped in the woods.

As far as these first expenses go, people can be as elaborate or as simple as they choose.  We met other families who were traveling in RVs, some, like us, in vans, and a few here and there were throwing up tents. 

The second part includes all the on-road expenses–gas, camping fees or motels, restaurant meals, admissions to museums or roadside attractions, communications costs above what we would be spending at home.  We budgeted about $1300 per month for ten months (gas was cheaper back in 2002-2003), which corresponded to Ryan’s tuition costs at a private school.  We came close to that, probably spending a few hundred extra each month.  We tried to economize day by day, but spent when we found someplace or something extra special. Normal expenses which we would have had at home-clothes, entertainment, food, gifts, etc., I did not include in our costs. 

2) What did you do about bathing? 

We paid at campgrounds, truck stops and motels to use their showers, even when we were not guests. On a few occasions we swam in lakes, soaping and rinsing ourselves away from the water.  When all else failed, we could warm water in the van and take sponge baths.  We carried a solar shower with us, but never used it. 

3)  How did you handle being together so much?

We actually spent a lot of time apart, except when we were making miles.  Ryan would take his books to libraries or park benches.  We would split up when we got to cities and towns, at least for part of the day, and check things out on our own. Ryan developed a real flair for meeting other kids and spending a few hours with them.  No question, though, there were times he wanted to be with his friends back home, and I missed more adult company.  Still, we learned to rely on each other for companionship, in ways we hadn’t before.

4)  How did you handle Ryan’s schooling? 

We had textbooks with us and work he was expected to complete.  I put a lot of emphasis upon him writing and keeping a journal.  He took a math course through University of Missouri, as well as two semesters in American history. We listened to a lot of books on tape as we drove, and he read a lot.  The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and The Scarlet Letter I read aloud.  We became museum junkies.  We walked city streets and ancient ruins and trails in forests.  Ryan studied Spanish for seven hours each day in Mexico and spent his evenings out on the town with new friends. He went snowboarding a few times with a snow and avalanche specialist in Colorado where he learned how to be safe in the mountains.  I planned some things and the road took over for the rest.

5)  Did this affect his college application?

Ryan was accepted by all five state universities where he applied, and enrolled in the University of Colorado in Boulder.  I have to admit I breathed a deep sigh of relief when those acceptance letters came in.  Although not required, he sent an essay along with his applications.  The subject?  His year on the road.

Off to See the World

Thursday, October 12th, 2006

Learn As We Go
Travels with My Son

On August 16, 2002, my son, Ryan and I left St. Louis and headed north up the Great River Road along the Mississippi. This was the beginning of our great experiment: a junior year spent traveling across the continent. We were going because he was ready for something different, something to fire his passion for life. We were going because I believed that there are often better ways to learn than sitting in a classroom. Travel ranks with the best. That is my belief. Thanks to my husband, Chip, we sat high above the road in a blue 1987 Volkswagon Westphalia van, decked out with extra lights for studying, a transformer for plugging in my laptop, bicycles, even a motorcycle; everything that would assure us a fantastic school year. We were also loaded down with books, crammed into every cabinet and niche. Who knew how much research we would do along the way? For two days we followed the big river, reading Mark Twain’s “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Solo Mississippi by hometown writer now removed, Eddy Harris. In Hannibal we wandered about Tom Sawyer’s stomping grounds. In Nauvoo, Illinois, we visited the early Mormon settlement. High above the river in Iowa we walked about the constructions of Eligy Mounds, built by early Native peoples. What kinds of ceremonies did they do there? We learned about river traffic and locks and how dams worked in Minnesota. I was revved. So much to see and learn. By the second day Ryan was worried. He couldn’t possibly complete all the projects and studies I was rattling off, he told me. Ryan at WorkAnd so it went for the next three and a half months. Grand adventure and high spirits one day, second thoughts the next. We traveled across Canada, from Ontario to Newfoundland, then south through New England to New York, home for thanksgiving and the holidays. History was everywhere and so was science and literature, art and geography, anthropology, archeology. We toured forts and hydroelectric plants and the home of a Canadian patriot who warned the British of the American advance in the war of 1812. In the St. Lawrence, we went whale watching, wandered Quebec City’s artfully lighted streets and walls, stopped to explore waterfalls, villages, battlefields and, in the point farthest north in Newfoundland, Lance Aux Meadows, the Viking Settlement founded a thousand years ago.

We had to take a pass on an awful lot. There just wasn’t enough time to do everything.

All in all, we were picking up a lot. But could we this new knowledge to state requirements towards Ryan’s graduation? That was our challenge.

Van on Manitoulin Island From time to time we stayed with friends, some of long-standing, others met along the way. We camped in RV parks, state and national parks, on islands. We free camped.

Now and then, we splurged on a motel.

When we dropped back down into the States, we focused on American History where it was made. Concord with its North Bridge from where rang out “the shot heard round the world.” Lexington. Boston and Beacon Street and the Church from where shone the lantern: “one by land, two by sea.” Plymouth and the Mayflower II. A week in New York gave us the new as well as the old, so there was Ellis Island, all the neighborhoods, comic opera at Lincoln Center, and, of course, the great lighted pits where once stood the two towers.

Hightailing it home for Thanksgiving, we stopped at Valley Forge and Gettysburg.

We were pleased with ourselves. We got on each other’s nerves. We found great, unplanned opportunities for learning, met fascinating people, found treasures. We made plans for course work, revised them and then revised them again. I was thrilled how much Ryan was reading and, again, lost good night’s sleep worrying that he wouldn’t get credit for the year. When I became concerned that our days were getting too disorganized, I initiated morning coffee and donuts at Canada’s Tim Hortons, where we set goals, reviewed work and solved problems.

I insisted he write regularly. He resisted. Then, when I least expected it, he picked up his journal. He read, more than he ever had in his life.

Second semester we dropped south for two months in the city of Oaxaca, Mexico, where Ryan studied Spanish along with history and culture and music and, well, all the things one learns when they love where they live. Our last weeks we spent in Silverton, Colorado, with mountains and snow. In Silverton, also, Ryan snagged a construction job for a week and made enough money to pay me off for his snowboard and a weekend trip he made with friends. He also learned that playing with children can bring good money from parents going bonkers with cabin fever. Baby-sitting worked for him because he always liked kids.

At mid-point I had some doubts: was this year giving him what he needed? Would we end the year on speaking terms?

By the time we returned home in May, I was proud.

And, in spite of the fact that his friends thought he was crazy, he reported,“I’m very, very glad we did this year. Nothing can take it from me.”

On my Learn As We Go blog, I want to share our year, as I finish my book with the same name (a working name, anyway) I promise to be honest about our foibles, missteps, magical moments, surprises, loneliness, false starts. I’ll tell you what worked and what didn’t, let you in on the human kindnesses and my nights of anxiety. I’ll recount our annoyances and friendships formed. And, in case, doing something like this appeals to you, even for a week or two, I’ll talk about the books and museums we loved, and how we managed our everyday lives. We blundered into plenty of pitfalls and potholes along the way. I’ll tell you about some of them.

I’ll pass on some things about my son; as much as he wants you to know, anyway.

When I drive across this country, and sometimes Canada and Mexico as well, I come across special places that make me think; there’s a lot to learn here. I’ll report those, too. Maybe you’ll want to take your kids if you are in the neighborhood. Or take yourself.

Because we never stop learning. That is, if we still love life. That is my belief. Probably yours, too, or you wouldn’t be reading this.

By the way, in case you get the itch to do something of the same, whether for a week or a year, know that other families are out there doing the very same thing. I know. We met them.

All right. This is a long-winded introduction. But now you’ve got a clue about what you might find here.

Hope you enjoy.

Mary Lois Sennewald Camped on Manitoulin Island