I am not single, but I can sure give you a lot of encouragement. In 2003, I traveled for 3 months from Maryland to the west coast and back again. Just me and my dog. Somewhere buried in the library of this forum is a travel diary of my trip. We (my dog and I) had a ball!
Now I am basically an introvert, so hours alone with my dog are something I really enjoy. But I like to socialize as long as I can escape back to solitude when my batteries run down. Well I tell you, I had to work hard to get solitude., Every campground I visited was loaded with people who were interested in me and put out the welcome mat. I even got my nickname of smoky at one of these campgrounds. This was the first thing I discovered about RVing... how friendly other RVers are and how they will give you the shirt of their back if you need help of any kind.
Another neat thing I discovered is that there is more to RVing than just seeing what is around the next bend.
I loved the adventure of travel, but during the course of that trip, I also learned to savor spending a few weeks in a town that you really like. I spent a total of 4 weeks in Lava Hot Springs Idaho and fell in love with both the people and the town. It is the kind of town that has tourists roll in over the weekend (Kevin Costner even passed through town on his way to Jackson Hole WY) but rolls up the sidewalks during the weekdays. But I discovered there is a more subdued, but vibrant town life during the weekdays. I discovered this by stopping in at one of the two taverns in town and discovering karaoke. On some nights karaoke was at the Wagon Wheel and on other nights karaoke was at The Blue Moon. On every night the locals would walk back and forth between these two taverns. One night I got pushed in front of the mike, and instantly became addicted to karaoke.
That is one of the great pastimes enjoyed by the local folk there. Through karaoke I began to get dinner invitations and met many of the local people there. I had to fend off dinner invitations. I discovered that every Monday evening a bed and breakfast known as The White Wolf would have free miniature golf for the locals. I got invited to these parties. We would play golf, buy each other beers, and laugh all evening at each other. They had a licensed bar which was their garage. They would roll up the garage door, and you could sit at the bar and enjoy a magnificent view of the Rocky Mountains.
The owner of the B&B was a couple that also published the local town paper. The final week of my visit I was surprised to pick up the paper and see a picture of Sky (my retriever) and I seated at the bar (Sky had his own seat at the bar). The caption read "Almost a local" and the photo was accompanied by a story about how we were practically locals there. It was one of the most treasured moments of my life. One evening Sky brought the house down with laughter as he raced around the corner into the bar, soaking wet, with a golf ball in his mouth. While we had been sharing beers after the evening golf, he had been scavenging golf balls in the course pond. We went outside and every ball in the pond had been retrieved and stacked up in a little pile. The owners wanted to hire him! ;D
I think you will find the hard part about RVing is getting solitude when you need it.
If you can get to QZ this week you would be surrounded by the most friendly people you could ever meet!
