Navigation

Don’t call it the passenger’s seat— it is the navigation station. You may think that RVing is one person driving, the other just enjoying. Not so. We are a team piloting a lumbering World War II B-17, over dangerous terrain, through some pretty spectacular anti-aircraft fire. Navigating from maps, tour books, and verbal input (as people skills above) is a vital part of having a stress free and rewarding adventure.

Bobby, not really wishing to assume the responsibility of driver (though she did drive her own motor home before we were married) has chosen to work upon a master’s degree in the fine art of knowing where we are going, and why. This transcends just following road signs waiting for Exit number XX to appear.

She is developing an eye for geographical, geological, and other travel highlights. She also plays the appropriate music, and given her successes lately, I have to say she has developed an eye to spot wildlife (yesterday her score was two antelope, and a pair of burrows, to my single ground squirrel).

It is the driver’s duty to encourage extra-curricular loops that follow the navigators gut feelings. You will not find the road to Shangri-La by berating a navigator.
Drivers make momentary mistakes (hopefully none harmful) and it follows that those suggesting the direction to turn should also be given some freedom being momentarily wrong. U-turns are allowed.