For the last two years, annual journeys home for snowbird residents like me, who calls this fairground home since January 2018, and annually returns home on April 1st for pre-scheduled annual nearby doctor and hospital appointments; lately discovers upon my arrival home; I am a displaced homeless fairground residence; forced to hopefully find temporary homestead spaces at other nearby facilities such as Tower Campground in Sioux Falls near the fairgrounds. Sioux Falls KOA Journey in Sioux Falls; Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Park in Brandon S.D. which is expensive; Red Barn RV Park in Tea S.D, which has many permanent residents; Angostura Recreation Area in Hot Springs, SD, or spend additional money to return to New Mexico or Arizona, returning to Sioux Falls in mid-April or May. Results in missed hospital and doctor appointments which were scheduled for next year prior to leaving Sioux Falls on October 4th.
No one has to convince snowbirds that climate change is a global phenomenon, because as snowbirds and mild summer low-heat seekers; we deal with these conditions on a regular basis finding return home travel conditions extremely dangerous and unpredictable in high-profile vehicles while dodging foul weather (i.e., sandstorms, sleet, high winds, tornadoes, and rainstorms). As well as highway accidents resulting in injuries and deaths of highway travelers nationwide.
All I want is the place I call home to be open to receive me upon my return. At which time, I can back into my space, hookup my motorhome hose to the sewer connection, the water hose to the spicket, my motorhome external electrical cord to the electrical hookup, close my draperies and sleep as long as it takes in my safe place, while recovering from living on the road from place to place for the last six-months. This is all I need upon returning home but feel deprived when the gates to my home are closed, after travelling for days and covering thousands of miles to reach and relax in a familiar place.
All I want is the place I call home to be open to receive me upon my return. At which time, I can back into my space, hookup my motorhome hose to the sewer connection, the water hose to the spicket, my motorhome external electrical cord to the electrical hookup, close my draperies and sleep as long as it takes in my safe place, while recovering from living on the road from place to place for the last six-months. This is all I need upon returning home but feel deprived when the gates to my home are closed, after travelling for days and covering thousands of miles to reach and relax in a familiar place.
July 4th celebration at the fairgrounds was an interesting event; drawing fairground residents and attendees from nearby communities to see exploding fireworks from three different angles, buying eatables from food trucks, listening to, as well as dancing to music played by a live band. I was fortunate to be a resident at the campground and enjoyed all activities while comfortably sitting in the passenger seat of my motorhome, not having to deal with mosquitoes. Pictures I took were from the passenger seat of my motorhome.
