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RV Friendly Kimodontics Provides Invisalign Solutions For Teens On The Road

One of the most frequently asked questions by parents who travel full-time with teens on the road arises when it’s time to determine how to handle braces when the rite of passage arises.

For us, two discoveries led to the most wonderful solution and inside of 2 short months, our  daughter Marina not only met and fell in love with her new orthodontist, she’s also proudly sporting a new set of braces that will not interfere with our full-time RVing travels in the least.

braces

To begin with, it was Marina who took it upon herself to research Invisalign braces and based on what she learned, we discovered that the frequency of office visits was far less with Invisalign than for conventional braces. Hurdle #1 accomplished.

But the true tipping point was meeting Dr. Sharon Kim, of Kimodontics in Las Vegas. In all my years, I have never met a medical provider who is as positively delightful as Dr. Kim and her entire staff. Hurdle #2 accomplished.

During one of our recent trips to Las Vegas, Marina located Kimodontics on the Invisalign website under the list of Preferred Providers. On a fluke we simply stopped into the office, without even so much as an appointment – figuring we would pick up some literature, have a few general questions answered and make an appointment for another day.

Instead we were greeted, seated, and next thing you know, Dr. Kim herself was sitting there chatting about our full-time lifestyle and we were sharing tales of life on the road as if she were a long lost friend we hadn’t seen in ages. So when we broached the subject of our “typical” travel schedule, we were bracing (no pun intended) for the other shoe to drop and to hit a brick wall. But instead, Dr. Kim was exuberant in getting more details from us to see how she could make it all happen!

Next thing you know, she had Marina back in a chair in the brightly decorated, open air exam area and was doing an initial consultation, right then and there.

Remember – we had no appointment! But within minutes of a walk-in arrival, we were face to face with the orthodontist herself – not an office manager, staff member, or assistant. But rather, the caring, concerned and extremely professional Dr. (who immediately picked up on Marina’s fear of not being able to get braces because of our lifestyle) and wanted to do an initial exam so as not to get her hopes up that she’d be a candidate for Invisalign, only to have her hopes dashed during a later appointment.

She was indeed a candidate and the sheer look of relief on Marina’s face told me that we had found our solution and Dr. Kim would be our chosen provider – hands down!

invisalignSo what we’ve discovered is that with Invisalign, you are provided with sets of trays – after impressions are taken and the Dr. works hand in hand with the lab to get the treatment plan and desired results established. Once the trays arrive and the initial fitting is done, the trays are taken out and replaced with the next one in the numbered series by the patient every two weeks. With proper care and training, Dr. Kim felt comfortable that she could provide us with enough trays between our travels and only if something went wrong would we have to return – even if we weren’t in the area for a few months at a time.

puppy

So what does a traveling teen do when she’s doing cartwheels about finding a solution to a problem that was previously weighing heavy on her heart? She texts her best friends, of course! LOL

Excitedly, she fired off texts to two of the three triplets, otherwise known as the Coast To Coast Trips – so thrilled about her appointment with Dr. Kim and the solution to the “braces on the road” dilemma. But as it turns out, they too were in need of orthodontics and next thing you know the Trips paid a visit to Dr. Kim and the rest is history, as they say.

Not only are they now happy patients of Dr. Kim also, the girls can now share their experiences with one another and swaps tips on care and their progress – helping each other along the way on the great braces adventure. Which by the way – Marina has had little to no pain so far and is so thankful to avoid the horror stories of traditional metal braces that other friends have shared with her.

Tales of life on the road… stopping in for visits just to say hi (and having them put pics of us up on the Kimodontics Facebook Page )… as well as playing with Dr. Kim’s precious “babies” (shown at right) has now become another blessed experience of life on the road for us all. Not to mention a great excuse to meet up with the Trips each time we all go to Vegas for our appointments!

And as my daughter said the day we left Dr. Kim’s office…

“None of this would have been possible without Dr. Kim!” 

 

 

 

 

 

Life In An RV Story Contest Submissions

What an amazing and talented community we have represented in our first ever “Life In An RV” Story Contest!

Below you will see all of the submissions our traveling friends have so generously shared with us, so please take a moment to enjoy what they’ve prepared and leave a “vote” for your favorites by commenting on the ones that touch or tickle you the most! You can vote as many times as you like – just be sure and leave a comment at the end of the post itself for your vote to count!

VOTING ENDS: Wednesday, December 19th at Midnight Eastern – so don’t delay!

Congratulations in advance to everyone who gave of their time and joined in the fun to make this holiday special for us all with your inspirational, funny and though provoking tales!

Mina Greenlee – Truck Shopping While Traveling Full-TIme
Rebecca Anne – Hunter Of The Night 
Lu Swart – Johnny and the Bear Essentials
Jennifer Hodgkiss – Throwing of the Colors
Dennis Swart – The Sled
Angel Price – Beginner RVing – Let The Adventure Begin
Wanda Peel – What A View
Jody Scholl – Stale Popcorn
Kent Butterfield – Waiting With a Purpose
Dana Butterfield – The Day the Hurricane Hit
Ron Hart – Our First Christmas in the RV

Our First Christmas In The RV

Life In An RV Story Submitted by Ron Hart:

Some years back, my wife and I were making our final preparations to become full-time RV’rs.  Our home was in the final stages of closing and we knew it would be just a matter of weeks before the new travel trailer sitting in the driveway would become our new home, ready or not.

We had already made a couple of short “shakedown” trips to area resorts to make sure we were prepared for the big day and the approaching holidays seemed filled with things to do. I turned to my wife and said, “Instead of spending another Christmas in the house, why don’t we spend it as our first Christmas in the RV?“   It was one of those “spur-of-the-moment” decisions that would make one of the most memorable impacts on our lives.

It was just after lunch on Christmas eve when we pulled out of the driveway. We decided to stay overnight at Grayton Beach State Park (in the Florida Panhandle) about fifty miles away.  When we checked-in at the Ranger Station, we learned that the small, primitive park was completely empty. The cold front that had passed a few days earlier had discouraged campers, and though the wind was now calm, a chilly night was forecast.  The Ranger gave us a bundle of firewood and said that the gate would be closed early so the staff could go home to their families, so we would be locked-in for the night and have the place to ourselves. Not a problem I said, and we drove to a secluded space near an inland lake near the natural dunes and the beach.

That evening we dressed warmly, hiked to the top of a huge sand dune and watched a fiery sun set into the Gulf waters. Hiking back, the darkness waited just long enough so we could get back to the RV.  I opened the bundle of firewood and started our campfire.  We set-up our folding chairs and added another layer of warm clothing. We sat by the fire under a sky so full of stars we were awe-struck.  It was dead calm so the smoke went straight-up towards the heavens.  The only sounds we heard we those made by Mother Nature, and our CD player was gently playing John Denver and Jimmy Buffet’s Christmas Albums.  We huddled together and sipped some sweet wine until that bundle of wood had finally disappeared.

I call this Serendipity… the phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for.  We agreed that if this was the reward for becoming full-timers, we had made the best decision of our lives and would never look back.

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Beginner RV’ing – Let the Adventure Begin

Life In An RV Story Submitted by Angel Price:

So I meet my mate which happens to be a full time RV’er. But let me give you a little Bio on myself. I’m a mother of 6 and grandmother of 8. I’ve worked my whole life and now my kids are all grown up.

I meet this wonderful person that becomes my best friend but he lives on the road. What to do? Can I quit my job and travel? What will I do with myself? I told my kids their whole life, ” when I get old, I’m buying a camper and hitting the road”.

“Your Mom’s going to wear sundresses, aprons and combat boots all day, everyday if I want.” “I’ll send postcards as I’m leaving one place going to the other”. lol

Did I believe that dream would ever happen. Of course not! It was a pipe dream to say the least.

Again, I meet a wonderful person that ends up being a perfect match that offers me my dream.

Should be an easy decision right? NOT!

How can we combine “things” to fit in an RV? What do I bring? How would I keep myself occupied? I start figuring these answers out and my OCD kicks In. I explain to Steve how I’d probably make him miserable with my OCD, everything having to go in the right place, my constant cleaning and organizing. And he just smiles and says, ” that’s great.” Well dang, I can’t scare him off even trying.

Long story short I decide to take the plunge and we plan a date for my retirement. As time approaches, I get nervous but never lose the excitement.

Right about d-day we find out the RV is totaled due to a bent frame after being stuck in the mud and pulled out by a tow truck. Oh crap…… But we look at the bright side, a new RV for a new start.

Seemed simple at the time. After dealing with the insurance company we realize the money we’re to receive will not replace the 42ft RV. Do we get another and finance? I was not comfortable with that option,being on a fixed income. Buy if we purchase what we can it will be smaller than what we have. What to do?

At this point I’ve already quit my job and am freaking out a bit. But I say my Mantra, “this is fun, I can do this”. Over and over. (Maybe brainwashing myself?)

On the day I quit we headed to my sons house in Ringgold, GA. The first stop of visiting kids and grand kids everywhere before heading to Arizona.

Then we began our RV search. Ugh….. Again not as easy as we thought.

I liked several but as I learned quickly, “the holding tanks we not big enough, the water tanks not big enough, not enough room for solar panels and batteries, no room to build a desk for Ham radio, etc”. Sooooooo? At least it has a big closet for my shoes! After a quick lesson on why these things are important I give in.

Did I mention that during all of this we’re also planning Quartzfest 2013? Oh yea…. And hoping we find an RV in time to make it to the event.

We finally find a RV but only 30 ft. As I look around I think, how in the world will we fit ourselves, 3 dogs, and everything we own in here? Not possible. Then I say to myself, “self… You need a closet trailor”. And self said, ” that’s a great idea'”.

Well, actually deep inside I thought how wonderful it would be if we purchased an enclosed trailor, built me a closet in it for clothes, etc and the rest of the trailor could be for “my perfect mates’s JUNK.

I presented this idea to Steve convinced it would make him realize that I’m going to drive him nuts. Don’t ya know this man smiled and said, “great idea”. Hummmm kinda fishy that he’s so agreeable.

As I write, we’re still at my sons, we’ve picked out a RV and are waiting on a check from the insurance company. We’ll also go purchase the enclosed trailor by the end of the week. After that there will be a mad dash to move things to new RV and trailor, deciding what to keep and trash. (Steve’s stuff, when he’s not looking of course) and getting the insurance company to pick the old one up.

After that and visiting family?

Oh lord… I guess I’ll be a full time RV’er with no major bills, a small area to clean, learning to put up with different beautiful sights along the way to wherever I want to go, meeting wonderful news friends. Geez… I don’t know how I’ll do it!

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The Day The Hurricane Hit

Life In An RV Story Submitted by Dana Butterfield:

Monday, August 29, 2005.  Most people remember this as the day Hurricane Katrina hit.  I remember it as the day of my grandmother’s funeral.   We made a hurried trip from Illinois to Missouri, and then hurried back again…. because our daughter was getting married on Friday night.

So Katrina, and its aftermath, did not become real to us until a week after it came ashore.  We watched the news coverage simply stunned at the devastation.  In January, 2006, we had opportunity to work with World Hope at Little Rock Missionary Baptist Church in Gulfport, MS (arriving on Martin Luther King holiday weekend, which was interesting!)  We worked with other volunteers from all over the country, who rotated in every week.

As we stepped out of the RV we were met by locals who just exclaimed over how grateful they were that we had come to help, and how they would work right along with us, and how “we aren’t like those people you see on TV”!  We were so touched – these were people who had been rebuilding their lives for months already, with no end in sight, many with no more than what had been hastily scrounged together donations, and they were going out of their way to make us feel welcome.

We arrived on Saturday afternoon, were encouraged to drive around the area on Sunday, had our first morning meeting at 7 a.m. Monday and started to work.   As our team got to the house we would be working on, we were greeted by the owner (who actually lived across the street; her uncle lived in the house we were fixing.)  She eagerly grabbed my hand, and gave me a tour of the FEMA trailer (for which they were so thankful) and then took me through the house and asked what I thought about this and that for redecorating!  She was so excited to get started (her house had also been damaged, but repaired already.)

We were to reroof most of the house (one section was to be torn off at a later date.)  As we worked, the owners told us their story.  The whole family had weathered the storm at the niece’s house (a newer, brick construction) and when the windows blew out they took interior doors to block out the rain and wind.  (These homes were a mile inland.)  The uncle’s house had one room that was protected, and anything that could be salvaged was stored in there.  This house had been in the family for four generations, and they were eager to restore it.

Each day as we worked, we experienced southern hospitality at its finest…. Frequent snacks,  lemonade in the afternoons, hot soup one cooler day.  We learned more about our team members.  Two days we were joined by a couple of guys from Michigan.  They would drive down about once a month with a truckload of supplies, spend a couple of days, then go back. (Deliveries like this were invaluable to keep work going… it literally took half a day to go to Lowe’s – still working out of the parking lot – to get anything and get checked out.  And Wal-Mart was still working out of a tent.)  The man running the program in Gulfport had come down to help for two weeks, and hadn’t been home in four months.

One day OHSA stopped by, and we were sure that work was about to come to a halt, but they just gave out some safety information and expressed thanks for everyone’s help.  That was a pleasant surprise!  Sometimes we farmed out to other job sites, mainly helping with outdoor cleanup work.  Our daughter worked one morning with a crew cleaning out a business that had been underwater. That was a stinky experience for her!  At the end of the day we all gathered back at the church for dinner and visiting (after that invigorating outdoor shower!)

And each day we heard stories from many who had lost everything, and how they were coping.  You would expect to hear bitterness and anger, but that was never the case.  The spirit of these people was amazing.  Each day treats were brought in for us.  One evening a lady brought homemade pralines (which were amazing!) as a thank you to the volunteers.  We later learned that both she and her husband had both lost their jobs because of Katrina, but instead of expecting people to take care of them, they wanted to take care of us.  It was humbling to see their generosity in the face of their great losses.  We felt totally unworthy, and completely blessed.

Our time there was far too short.  The work days were long, and tedious at times, but so inspiring that the exhaustion was easy to push aside.   And what little we accomplished was far overshadowed by what we received.  We have had other opportunities to volunteer, and the same has proved true each time – we get much more out of it than we could ever give.  The gain is all ours.

In 2008, we were in Gulfport and got to visit with the family again, and see the renovated house.  And they were just as grateful and generous as before.

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Throwing of the Colors

Life In An RV Story Submitted by Jennifer Hodgkiss:

After almost 5 years of living in our RV full time the one thing that has become apparent to us is that it is more important to have experiences instead of things. Last year we attended the Krishna Festival “Throwing of the colors”.

It is a festival to celebrate the coming of spring. It was something totally out of our realm of normal, but what we got from the festival isn’t something that we could buy!

We learned about a new culture, new food and a tradition we had never heard of. Most of all we took away memories that will last us a lifetime.

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Waiting With A Purpose

Life In An RV Story Submitted by Kent Butterfield:

When trouble strikes sometimes it is an opportunity for us to look around ourselves, and to get outside of ourselves. On our way to Alaska we pulled into Dawson City, Yukon Territory and drove to the top of the Dome for the view and some photo ops.  When we climbed in the truck to head down to the campground, our diesel went into limp mode, meaning it growled and wouldn’t go faster than 25 MPH.  It’s a pretty good indication that something is wrong that needs immediate attention.  The next day I called Chevrolet and was told that the closest repair was in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory some 330 miles away.   My wife and two children stayed with the 5th wheel and I rode with the tow truck back to Whitehorse and found that we had three bad injector harnesses and they would have to be ordered and shipped, a two day wait.

The nice thing about a warrantee repair is the free rental car and free repair; the unfortunate thing is the wait.  So here I am in Whitehorse with transportation and nowhere to go.  Since we had just been in Whitehorse I wasn’t really in the tourist mode, but I didn’t want to just sit for days on end either.  After calling several local charities that didn’t need any temporary volunteers I decided to visit a local church.  I told the pastor my vehicle had broken down and I was waiting for repairs, but I wasn’t looking for a handout.  I just wanted to spend my time wisely and give something to the area.  He was a little surprised as he had heard requests for help before but always as the donor, never as the recipient.

We negotiated a deal whereby he would supply paint, brushes, daycare picnic tables, play equipment and a deck and cold sandwich lunches. I would supply the muscle and time to spread the paint.  I thought it was a great deal for both of us.  I spent two great days painting, watching kids play, eating bologna sandwiches and giving something to Whitehorse instead of wasting my time doing nothing.  The pastor and daycare staff were elated to have the painting done and the kids had a freshly painted play and lunch area.  I would love to revisit the area and stop to see if there is anything else I can do.

Having wait time for repairs or between stops doesn’t mean you have to sit bored.  Connect you abilities with the community you are in and show them what full time RVers are all about.  It can be as simple as painting, or cleaning or it can be as complex as the many and varied skills you carry with you.    What it is mostly about is caring for others like you would like to be cared for.

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What A View

Life In An RV Story Submitted by Wanda Peel:

Ok now the truth comes out. I am terrified of heights. I have no idea why, I have never fell, been pushed, or dropped from any high spot. I just don’t like them. And when I say I don’t like them, I mean I really don’t like them! I get panicked, holding my breath don’t like them.So the day before we are to leave South Dakota, imagine my heart leaping into my chest when Cliff comes in all excited saying “we are going for a helicopter ride”. Oh joy. Deep breathing begins. I can do this, Cliff and Chayton are ecstatic beyond words.Into the truck we jump, propelled down the road to what I believed would be the end. I already had visions of me falling out slowly headed towards the ground. Maybe I should practice my breathing exercises I learned in Lamaze class? That might help if I could actually remember any of them after all this time.

I’m trying extremely hard not to hyperventilate!

The destination is in sight, in case you are wondering, helicopters are not nearly as big in person as they appear on TV. Receiving instructions, we get buckled in and holding on for dear life, we begin our assent.

I’m not the only one in the family having seems to be having second thoughts on doing this; Chayton appears to be almost as nervous as I am.

I finally get up the nerve to look out the window. WOW! What a view!

This is a magnificent way to see the Badlands National Park! It takes your breath away, but not for the reason I was worried about.

Click goes the brain, what are you frightened of? This is not so bad.

Relaxing, I manage to take numerous photos to remember the moment I did it; I conquered a fear. At least to some degree, I still can’t figure out why all the massive drop-offs are always on my side of the road.

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Stale Popcorn

Life In An RV Story Submitted by Jody Scholl:

Every member of the Scholl Bus crew loves a wide variety of animals, Lydia is no exception to that rule.  In fact, she may be more attached to animals than anyone else in the family.  Several months ago, she became hyper focused on getting a pet rat.  She began researching rats, how to care for them, their dietary requirements, can you train them to do tricks, and do they travel well?  Every day, random rat facts would be introduced into conversations.  Her desire to have a pet rat became the focus of everything she did, she wanted to know how she could help out around the bus or with her sisters to earn “Rat Points”.

Lydia had proven to us that she was serious about her love of rats, so we told her we would try to find some on Craigslist that needed a new home.  We contacted many of the listings via email, text, and phone calls.  She started to get depressed when so few of them returned our calls or messages, and the ones that did seemed to keep saying the rats had already found new homes.

One afternoon, while we were cruising through Muncie, Indiana, getting a new phone for Chas due to a porta-pottie incident, we were called back about a pair of rats that needed a new home.  They were free and came with a cage and a lot of supplies, so it sounded great.  We went to pick them up and Lydia fell in love (who would have expected that).

They were very friendly, and never offered to bite, so they had a new traveling home.  She soon settled on the names Ellie Mae and Pearl (both from the Beverly Hillbillies TV Show).  Ellie is always hungry, so we have determined she is always looking to fill her “Ellie Belly”.  Pearl is our local marathon runner, she runs on her squeaky wheel all night long.

The cage we received with the rats was a nice large cage, the wire portion does not attach very well to the bottom pan as we learned a few weeks ago.  Ellie has taken some pages out of the Houdini archives, and has figured out how to pull on the bottom of the cage, expose a hole, and squeeze through.  Since she is always hungry, we started giving her treats as soon as she escaped her little prison.  Now, she runs to us as soon as she is out, which turned out to be good and bad at the same time.

Sound asleep in my little bed, I awoke to a funny sound.  I didn’t know what it was at first, then it hit me…  I had a visitor in my bed, and it was on my pillow sniffing in my ear wanting a snack.  I managed to get her back in her cage laughing all the way.  Those little whiskers tickle in your ear, maybe she had been trying to plant subliminal messages in my mind as I slept.  All I remember is getting up the next morning, sleepily preparing her some espresso and a bagel with strawberry cream cheese, while I had a few pieces of stale popcorn.

Check out other critter tales and short stories on our site www.theschollbus.com.

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The Sled

Life In An RV Story Submitted by Dennis Swart:

It is funny how one basically rectangular shaped object can evoke so many memories. Ours was blue and a two seater. Sad to say it did not make it through the first month of being in our family and I reckon it is all my fault. I bought it when I was dating Lu. I wanted to impress her and her young sons with my ability to be a good father. Oh the humiliation that sled brought me!

It was the week before Thanksgiving when we loaded up kids and sled and headed to my mom’s place. She lived at the base of the mountain near Garrison, Montana. We got to the top of the sledding hill. I carefully explained all the dangers to the boys and explained how to ride the sled. It was obvious with their rolling eyes that I made an impression. They wanted to head right down the mountain, but I insisted that I would take one of them down and show them how it was done. I carefully got on the sled and made room between my legs for one of the boys. Quickly he got on and we were off. Swooping down the hill with so much speed and momentum that when we got to the bottom we did not stop at the ditch bank but sailed across airborne and hit with a thud on a large sharp rock with excruciating pain to my tail bone.

Needless to say the impression I wanted to make was pretty shattered along with the boy’s hopes of sledding as I limped back down to the car. Assisted by Lu and followed by three disappointed boys pulling the sled.

Two weeks later found me volunteering to help them get a Christmas tree. The boys seemed skeptical when I suggested we bring the sled. I told them they could slide on it and I would pull them and then after we cut the tree we could haul it on the sled.

We had snowfall the night before. The air was crisp and the sun was shining brightly when we arrived on the mountain. We followed the snow covered road until Lu saw the perfect tree.

Well, until she saw the other side of it. So while she walked around inspecting one tree after another I pulled the boys on the sled. Finally the tree was selected, cut, and loaded on the sled. We dragged it down to the pickup and loaded it up. Then I sealed the sled’s fate when I suggested that my friend Mark pull me on the sled behind the pickup on the snow covered road.  The boys wanted to ride too but Lu felt like it was too dangerous.

We started out with very slowly with the boys cheering me on. I signaled them to go faster and when they slowed down to see what I wanted, I yelled out, “Faster! Go faster!” Mark picked up the speed and I was really going good, but suddenly things started to get a little warm on my backside. I waved to them to stop, but heard the boys tell Mark,

“Faster, he wants you to go faster!”

I could feel the gravel under the snow as the sled glided over the top if it. With the increased speed it was getting even hotter. I tried to get the sled moving side to side hoping more snow on the sides would help, but there was no hope. I bailed off. The sled suddenly free of my weight shot forward and as Mark came to a stop it slid underneath the pickup as though it was seeking refuge. Suddenly my butt was very cold. Amidst the cries of,
“Are you all right?”
“I’m next”
“Mom can’t we go?”
“Wow you sure bailed!”
I stood slowly up. Then the sled was retrieved from it’s hiding place under the truck. A butt size hole in it where I had sat silenced the boys for half a second.
“I knew it was getting warm.”
“Wow you ruined it!”
Then Lu ordered, “Turn around!” As I did so the was a moment of silence then,
“Wow! Good thing he had long johns on!
“Well, that is one way to break in a brand new pair of pants! Now they are holy jeans.

I felt my backside. There was an almost butt size hole in my brand new pair of jeans and in my long johns. The only thing remaining between my butt and road rash was the thin fabric of my shorts.

I did make an impression on Lu and her sons. Lucky for me she married me in spite of it!

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