I have a tendency to take action without thinking things all the way through. I’ve survived some really hard things—including cancer—so I have a lot of faith in my ability to figure things out. This is how I ended up driving more than 3,000 miles in a 25-year-old motorhome with my 10-year-old daughter—despite never having driven a large vehicle in my life. It’s summer and we’ve been homebound due to COVID-19 for five months. The mental health of everyone in our blended family is beginning to deteriorate, and I find myself craving a change of scenery. My daughter is becoming more and more of a homebody, not wanting to leave the house to go on walks with the dog or ride her bike; she misses her friends, and I can’t blame her. On the drive back from a doctor’s appointment I have a thought: What if I take her out in the motorhome, just the two of us? Less than a month later, we’re on the road. Sara Olsher and her daughter in Idaho. | Photo: Sara Olsher Trip anxiety Before the trip, I wonder if I’m making a decision I will regret. “I have never done this,” I think. “What if it’s too hard to drive? What if I can’t empty the sewer tanks? Should I be worried that we’ll get murdered? Should I have planned more? Why am I not more worried?” I’ve never taken a motorhome out on my own and have little to no idea […]