Nancy and John McIntyre are retirees and friends of mine who have discovered their version of the good life: Traveling carefree for months on end in their small recreational vehicle, in no hurry to get anywhere.
In three years as RV newbies, the Minneapolis couple have logged 60,000 miles on their rig, traveling from Alaska to Florida and California to Newfoundland. They've seen spectacular scenery and quaint towns, have made new friends and are effusive about their new life in a 19-foot modified van.
"It's pretty sweet," said Nancy, 63.
Two other friends -- one recently retired, the other about to be -- also bought RVs last year and plan similar adventures. All of which leaves a working stiff to wonder: What's wrong with this picture?
"You're dumb to keep working," John McIntyre, 63, told me the other day.
He was joking.
I think.
Until now, my camping -- whether along the Pacific Coast of Washington, the mountains of Montana, the tundra of the Northwest Territories, or the lakes and rivers of northern Minnesota and Ontario -- has been in a tent.