Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Roadside Wildlife

Kazumi went out for a walk today, along the main road.  Returning, she told me she had seen at least seven rabbits, and about a dozen quail.  Maybe they're following her around.

Three Months In

Today marks three months on the road.  Not technically "on the road", because we've been sitting still for most of that, but certainly three months of RV life.

Strangely, it feels like forever.  Maybe it's because we've become so accustomed to this lifestyle in such a short time that it seems natural.  Or maybe it's because we moved so many times in that period that it just seems longer.    Either way, it seems our new lifestyle has edged out our old life.  It's hard to even remember living in a house.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Happy Birthday to Me

We had a nice day, though not food-wise.  There were some unfinished errands from Thursday, so we finished those up, just in time for an early lunch.  There is a barbeque place on Broadway that always has great smells coming from it, and is always crowded.  Apparently, though, everyone in T or C likes bland food.  The barbeque sauce, and the sausage gravy were delicious; the meat they were on was almost flavorless.  As were the beans.

I spent the afternoon watching The Avengers.  I enjoyed it immensely, but, in retrospect, I should have chosen a shorter film.  It was game night down at the lounge, so I went down and chatted with the other RVers.  Sadly, the game started at about the same time Kazumi came to pick me up for supper, so I didn't get to play.  And I like games.

Downtown T or C had their tree lighting ceremony around 6PM (which we missed, but it is a pretty tree), and they blocked off all of Broadway to traffic.  All of the craft stores, thrift stores, galleries, and souvenir shops were open.  According to rumor, this is the only night of the year that happens.  It looked like almost all of the 6451 people in town were there.

On Monday, we read an advertisement about the festivities, which included a blues concert at Groovy Gritz restaurant.  This restaurant bills itself as "the happiest place in town," and claims to have the best hamburgers in New Mexico.  I like the blues, I like hamburgers, and I like happy people, so I was looking forward to this.

When we arrived, there was a huge sign in front of the restaurant: "Groovy Gritz Has Closed."  Why they couldn't wait until Saturday to go out of business I will never understand.

The only remaining restaurant on the street was packed to the gills (no doubt enjoying Groovy Gritz' bad business decision), so we ended up at Dennys.  Bleh.

Still, a good day.  Next year, wherever we are, I may pack a bag lunch, just in case.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Another Change in Plans ... And Yet Another

It rained for two days.  Then it snowed.  Monday morning, the temperature was 18 degrees.

We didn't sign up for cold weather, and Kazumi said, "It's time to move," so I figured it was time to move.  I started planning the trip to our next stop, in Snowflake, Arizona.  I looked at the weather reports for the area, and found that every place from here to Phoenix were experiencing the same cold weather, and would for several more weeks.

I looked further south, though, and found that Tucson was 86 degrees!  That settled it for me: our next stop was Tucson.

We went down to the park office to ask the manager about converting from monthly to weekly.  Luckily, the cost for 15 days was exactly the same as the cost for one month.  (Plus, the electricity deposit was refunded.)  Back in the RV, I made reservations at a reasonable place in Tucson, and worked back from there.  By car, it's a seven-hour drive, but in our rig, it would be more like twelve.  We want to enjoy the journey, not just the destination, so I divided the trip into three four-hour days.  I made one-night reservations at a place on the border of Arizona, and the same at a place above Las Cruces.  The next morning, we tied everything down, and were off just after sunrise.

The first stop was Monticello RV Park, which I personally believe comprised the entire town of Monticello.  It's a nice place, and it was good talking "da kine" with the Hawaiian guy running the park.  I was not so moved by the site that I was willing to stay more than one night, but Kazumi wanted to stay longer, to see the mountains and the nearby lake.

So I looked up parks in the area again, and came across Elephant Butte Inn and RV Park.  I had discounted the place originally, because a one-night stay was twice the cost at Monticello, but a month-long stay was only $290, the same cost as the park in Tucson.  It was only 10 miles away, so we drove over to look at it.

The place is beautiful, a diamond in a coal mine.  The lower level is all gravel, like so many other parks, but the upper level has paved roads and landscaped parking areas.  The staff is freindly and helpful, and the restrooms are like those you would want in yout own home.  On top of that, they are offering a free Thanksgiving dinner to all of their guests.

When we learned that the lot rent was not $290, but only $222, we said, "Sign us up!"  For the sizeof our rig, we had our choice of five spots along the back fence.  I picked the "smallest", a spot that was technically the runt of the littler, but, because it was at the end of the row, and tapered into an adjacent unused area, it seemed larger than the other spots.

Our "Little" Spot

We set up here on Wednesday, and plan to stay at least one month.  Maybe two, if we can find something to do here, besides hike and fish.

Our Backyard for the Next Month

Monday, November 12, 2012

There's Been A Change in Plans

We had planned to stay in each new area for a month, since that lessened the number of times we would have to fill the gas tank. Right after lot rent, gasoline is our biggest expense.

We came into Albuquerque with a plan to stay exactly one month before moving on. We were looking forward to that, since the weather was moderate, and Albuquerque is quite a nice place to live.

The recent rain and snowfall has made us reconsider that, though.

When the outside temperatures dropped to well below freezing, we learned that our rig is not as well-insulated as it should be, and the space heater we bought has barely enough power to fight off the cold. Each morning we woke to freezing temperatures. I had to break out my long johns. I wore my jacket indoors until at least noon.

It was definitely time to leave.

I checked the other places where we planned to stay in the future, and found them all to possess the same frigid weather. Kazumi checked the newspaper, and found the cities to the south to be toasty warm. The problem is, we were heading west, not south.

On a lark, though, I checked the temperatures in Tucson. 86 degrees. I placed a few calls, made some reservations, and we were on our way.  Thankfully, the cost of 15 days at this park was exactly the same as the cost of one month, once we got our electric it deposit back.

The trip to Tucson is just over 12 hours, We're breaking it into three days, so we don't have to drive more than 4-5 hours.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

A Beautiful and Dangerous Sight

I was working, and Kazumi was doing her needlepoint in the front seat of the RV.  She uttered an urgent whisper: "Come look!  Hurry!"  I struggled off of the bench seat, and climbed into the cab area.  Kazumi pointed out the window.  There, in the clearing below, was a beautiful coyote.

The area -- unused now -- was set aside for tent campers.  The coyote stood in the middle of the field, frozen at the edge of the circle of light from the manager's office.  It stood there, unmoving, for several minutes.  I imagined it was listening to the sounds around it: the rush of the wind, the soft rumble of various heaters, hushed conversations in the surrounding RVs.

After a few minutes, no doubt reassured of its safety, the coyote trotted down the hill and out of sight.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Leisure Mountain RV Park

We found a nice place (which I carefully researched this time) about 10 miles east of Albuquerque. It's crowded, and the spaces are rather small for my tastes, but we're at the base of a mountain with plenty of hiking trails, and the view is pretty nice. There's very little traffic, though the highway is just a hop-skip from here, and the worst thing I can say about the bathroom facilities is that there's no paper towels. We'll check out the city tomorrow.

The downside of this is that we traveled nearly five hundred miles since Montrose, and at approximately 5.3 miles per gallon (the engine still needs work), we've burned through most of the tank. You can figure out the potential cost from there. In order to offset that cost, it looks like we will have to stay here for two months.

I Just Can't Bear It Anymore

I Don't like Espanola.  My wife was willing to put up with it, but she can bear up to anything (she does live with me, after all). We weren't even halfway through the first day, and I decided we had to leave. I made new arrangements at an RV park near Albuquerque; we stayed in Espanola for two nights (changing from monthly to daily was not as easy as it should have been), and we were off on the road again.

I suppose the first warning sign should have been dodging that traffic accident when we arrived in town. Someone in way too much of a hurry wedged himself under an SUV that was innocently trying to cross the street. From that point to the RV park, we were cut off three times. I am convinced this town is a repository for all the crazy drivers in New Mexico.

If you ever find yourself in the town of Espanola, leave quickly.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Not Much to Say About Espanola

We just arrived in Espanola, Our four-hour trip took almost exactly seven hours. The trip through New Mexico was almost uneventful, save for one annoying motorist who could not understand that when my left directional is on, it's a sign that I'm moving to the left, not a sign he needed to pass me.

The park we are in does not live up to the hype or photos, unfortunately. The "spacious" parking areas are actually rather close together. We're in the end spot so it doesn't matter that much, but if someone else moves into the spot next door, the dogs will go crazy. The place is not that pretty, though Kazumi says the bathrooms are clean and the showers huge.

The website features a photo of a small strand of trees with a babbling brook running by. This turned out to be a runoff gutter by the side of the driveway. The website also mentioned that the park was located in the heart of "the beautiful Espanola Valley." It did not mention that the park was located in the heart of the ugly Espanola town.

Oh, and the radio stations are all in Spanish.

Two Hours Into New Mexico

We just passed Lynbrook Elementary School. No town, no side road, no people. Just an elementary school, stuck out in the middle of nowhere.

On to New Mexico

We woke up early, around 5:15 (which wasn't planned), had a light breakfast, and were on the road before the sun came up. Of course, when you're in one of these Colorado valleys, that's not difficult. I sometimes think you could sleep until noon and still be up before sunrise.

We made the 45-mile trip to Durango in just over an hour, which I felt was making good time. The final homage to Colorado's mountain roads was a hairpin turn and a steep and treacherous climb up what turned out to be just a tall hill. I couldn't help but think that if they'd put the turnoff a half-mile sooner, they could have bypassed the whole thing.

From there on, it was downhill all the way to New Mexico, a place where they understand that mountains are best enjoyed from a distance. The roads are flat and straight, as roads ought to be, and the views are wide and wonderful.

If you like prairies, that is.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Getting High in Telluride

Two hours into a 70-minute trip, we stopped in Telluride for lunch, and a much-needed rest. My wife heard of a free gondola ride here, so we walked to Telluride Station to give it a try. We climbed into a gondola, the doors closed, and we headed up the mountain to St. Sophia Station, at 10,500 feet.

Half-way there, I realized we were stuck inside a tiny glass box 100 feet above the mountainside, and I was afraid of heights.

Of the ten or so photos I took in Telluride, only four were there when I downloaded (it might have been too cold at the top of the mountain).  Of the ones that did download, this is the best.

A Few Moments of Abject Terror

We're half-way (actually, one-third) through our trip to Santa Fe (actually, Espanola). While this wasn't the most frightening ride I've ever been on, it came close.

Our original plan was to travel directly down 550 into New Mexico, a mountain top road that looks like a bunch of Zs and Ws all strung together. So many people blanched when I relayed my plans that I thought better of it. I heard horror stories of narrow lanes on steep cliff-sides with no guard rails. So I decided to take 62 and 145 through Telluride down to Cortez, figuring it to be a safer route.

Turns out all mountain roads in Colorado are constructed the same way.

Now, here I am in a rig that goes uphill at 15 miles an hour, but insists on going downhill at 75. After struggling for a good long time to get up to 35 when I can, I'm now struggling to keep it under 35 on the way down. I don't think I took the transmission out of low for more than 15 minutes the entire trip. We came so close to the edge of the road so many time, I wanted to close my eyes for the remaining distance.  But, of course, I was driving, so I couldn't do that.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

It's Almost Time

This is virtually or last day in Colorado. Tomorrow, we hit the road, spend some time in Telluride and a night in Cortez, then it's off to New Mexico.

The wind here is high, and has been for several days. Our rig has been buffeted so much, I sometimes feel like I'm developing sea legs. And today, it started raining.

It seems almost like Colorado is saying, "Hey! Get a move on!"

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Gods Must Have Heard Me!

Walked into the laundry room, and there on the counter was a camera, a Vivitar 3765, with a note saying "Free! Needs batteries and SD card." Well, it also needed a USB cable. I bought both, for a grand total of $28.94, after putting batteries in and making sure it worked okay. It's got a flash, and zoom, and what looks like about a dozen operating modes (but is probably only 4). We'll see later if it's any good at photographing deer.

I played with it a bit, inside the RV, since there were no deer outside tonight. This is Kome waiting for Kazumi to come back from the ladies' room.

Monday, October 22, 2012

I Need a New Camera

It was dusk just a little while a go. My wife and I were watching TV when one of the dogs started to bark. I got up to see what she was going on about, and saw fourteen deer less than 30 feet from our RV.

Naturally, I grabbed the cheapo $10 camera and started taking pictures. In every single photo, the sky way bright blue, the ground was deep black, and everything in between was blurry.


Saturday, October 13, 2012

Better Than TV

I was watching television tonight, the original Terminator movie (it's amazing how bad the hairstyles were in 1984).  My wife was outside, smoking (a bad habit. I know).

She opened the door, and whispered "Deer."  The dogs started barking, as they do whenever something unusual happens.  I threw on my slippers, and crept out the door.  The dogs grew quiet a few minutes after I shut the door behind me.

Kazumi pointed across the neighboring field.  Three deer stood in the middle of the field, staring our way.  They were probably startled by the dogs.  "There's another one over there."  Kazumi pointed to a shadowy form near the farmer's fence.  I couldn't see that one clearly until it moved.

The wind was blowing in our direction, so the deer couldn't smell us.  They were still looking in our direction.  I knew if we remained stock still, the deer wouldn't think we were a threat.  Sure enough, after a few moments, the younger deer began frolicking in the field.  They ran circles around the doe.  One veered off to the side, and hopped across the field.  We watched them play for several minutes; running, jumping, cavorting in the field.

I remarked to Kazumi: "This is way better than TV."

A Rude Awakening

The wind has been blowing hard for the last couple of days.  Weather Underground says the wind was only 8 miles per hour, but I'm sure it was higher than that.

Around two in the morning, when we should have been peacefully sleeping, we were awoken by an insistent banging outside the rig.  I was certain a tree had been uprooted, and was now thrashing against the side of our RV.

Turns out it was the canopy again.  Apparently, the wind had whistled beneath the retaining clips and forced them open.  Without the clips in place, the frame dropped open, and the fabric was buffeted in the wind, slamming against the side of the vehicle over and over.

We stumbled out into the dark, rolled up the canvas, relocked the frame, and put duct tape over the clips.  Only, this time, there was no full moon.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Deer, deer.

I was stretched out on the bed, relaxing, when Kazumi called out, "Deer!"

"What?  Where?" I responded.

"Deer!  Jumping!"

I crawled out of bed (which is surprisingly hard to do in this rig), and stumbled into the main room.  I looked through the screen door, and there they were: across the field, two beautiful deer, a doe and a buck.

"They came right in front of us, and jumped over the fence," Kazumi explained.  They looked so light!"

I watched them saunter across the field for a while, then remembered I had a new camera.  I grabbed it from the table, but by the time I figured out the right setting and zoomed the lens, they were halfway across the neighboring farm, two brown blips in a sea of green.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

The Ice Cometh, Man

Woke up this morning to no water.  Seems the temperature dropped to 30 degrees last night, and the water in the supply hose froze.  Another three days, and they will shut off the water here, because of the cold.  Looks like the first freeze happened a few days early.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

All A-flutter

We pulled the canopy down yesterday, trying to get some shade. Turns out this area has heavy overnight winds.  I was so certain the canopy would be ripped off the side, I woke up Kazumi, and we rolled it back up. Good thing there was a full moon.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Night Calls

I went out for a walk last night, enjoying the full moon. When I got back to the RV, I heard a dog barking in the distance. A moment later, I heard what he was barking at: a group of coyotes, howling at the moon.


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Centennial RV Park

Around 5PM, we drove through Montrose, wandered ten miles south, and pulled into the Centennial RV Park.  A bit too late in the evening to set up the Dish antenna, so that will have to wait until the sun is out again.

Nice park, nice people.  The grounds are nice and well-groomed, the spots are large, and each has its own grassy area and picnic table.

Until October 25th, this is our back yard.

Winter Wonderland

My wife was driving when we reached Monarch Pass. Half-way up the mountain, it started to rain. Then it turned to snow. Then the snow started to stick. By the time we reached the top, it was two inches deep, and I wanted to sing Christmas carols. In September.  I tried to get a few shots of the snow at the top, but I think the camera was too afraid.

Riding in RVs with Dogs

I was concerned that "the girls" would not travel well, since at least two are afraid of the car, and the other can't sit still. They adapted well to the RV, though. Perhaps they knew it was a rolling house. Perhaps living in it for two weeks prior to leaving helped.

Anzu settled right in ...

as did Cutie ...

... but Kome insisted on standing guard.

Approaching Monarch Pass

We saw this cloud-covered mountain ahead of us, just past Salida. I tried several times to get a good shot of it, and these were the best (even so, they still had to be brightened).

We realized later that this was Monarch Mountain.


Curecanti National Recreation Area is a beautiful place, which separates the highway from West Elk Wilderness Area, from whence we did not see any elk. We rode along Blue Mesa Reservoir (from whence we did not see a blue mesa) until near Cimarron. We rounded a corner, and there opened up a beautiful river gorge: stone walls of a deep chasm, a thread of a river flowing at the bottom. Again, I regretted my choice of camera.

Oh, deer

Somewhere past Salida -- I think it was in Poncha Springs -- we saw a line of on-coming cars stopped ahead. As we drove closer, we saw the reason: two big beautiful bucks standing in the middle of the road. Just standing there, watching the cars. Finally, they decided the cars weren't interesting enough, and loped off into a nearby field. And I regretted my choice of camera.

Lunch Time!

As mentioned before, we left Pueblo late in the morning, which meant we stopped for lunch earlier in the trip than we had intended, My plan was to stop in Salida for some take-out lunch. Thankfully, my wife planned for eating on the roadside, and packed sandwiches. Along about noon, we stopped at this pretty little spot for lunch ...

... and enjoyed this view while eating.

On the Road to Cotopaxi

Since before we reached Canon City, we saw distance signs for Cotopaxi. 37 miles, 28 miles, 14 miles, and so on. When I saw the city-limit sign, I said, "Ah! We're entering Cotopaxi ... and now we're leaving Cotopaxi." I have no idea why the sign makers thought it was important enough to mention.

Traveling to Montrose

I had it all planned out perfectly: up at 5AM, breakfast and a newspaper, then load everything into the RV; gas up, and be on the road by 9 o'clock; Montrose by three in the afternoon.

Of course, nothing ever goes according to plan.

We got up and had breakfast, but it was still too dark to do anything useful outside. We got the last of everything in the rig, but had trouble fixing the satellite antenna to the car trailer. Then we had to get gas. I never imagined how long it would take to pump 58 gallons of fuel. Thank goodness we started with half a tank. On the road finally at 10:30 or so. Seven hours later, it was almost dark when we arrived at the RV park, too late tor half the setup we needed to do. We had to rough it the first night -- which means no TV.

Almost all of the trip was on what are referred to as "blue highways" -- which, strangely, are red on my map. These are usually major routes, but are only two lanes. We've pretty much decided that we're going to avoid divided highways as much as possible, in order to see more of our beautiful country.

We followed the Arkansas River for a good third of the trip. So much wonderful scenery, I now regret buying a cheapo $10 digital camera. Each turn brought something more beautiful than the last. Sadly, if I wanted a good photo, I had to be standing still for a long time. If anyone wants to donate a real digital camera to the cause, let me know.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

New Floors

During the moving sale, I mentioned to one of the shoppers that the toilet in the RV was leaking.  He submitted that his son did odd jobs, among them, plumbing.  He promised the price would be reasonable, so I told him to bring his son over this week.

"Rob" was his name, and he showed up an hour late on Monday to look at the toilet.  He figured out where the leak was, and returned the next day to pull the toilet, fix the pipe, and replace it.  As he did so, we noticed that the carpet underneath the toilet was sodden and moldy.  Rob said it would have to be redone.  He pulled the carpet, and we found the wood beneath to be rotten.  I know enough about carpentry (in truth, I could build a house) to see that the whole thing had to be torn out and replaced.

As we discussed the needed repairs, Rob suggested that he replace the ruined carpet with linoleum.

"You know how to lay linoleum?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied.
I pondered my next question for the briefest of seconds: "How much to do the whole rig?"

$200 later, we have a new bathroom, and nice, shiny linoleum floors throughout.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Moving Sale: Everything Must Go!

Over the course of my life, I have lived in about ten or twelve states; Kazumi has lived in six or seven.  With each move, we lose more things.  Some things are forgotten, some deliberately left behind, some are sold or given away.  Still, in our eleven years together, we've accumulated a healthy number of knick-knacks, geegaws, and items serving no other purpose than decorative.

With this move, however, we can only take what fits, and "what fits" describes a very small subset of our belongings.  I'm bringing my guitar, so I'm also bringing my music books.  I have a large number of reference books I need for work and my writing.  Kazumi trimed down the kitchen necessities to only those utensils which are actually necessary: the stand mixer, ice cream machine, popcorn maker, waffle iron, and a host of other appliances just didn't make the cut.  Clothes and food filled the remaining cabinets.

That still left many possessions we couldn't bring alone.  And that meant we had to have a yard sale.  Now, I wasn't about to lug all this stuff half-way to the street, so we called it a "moving sale", and left the front door wide open.

The sale was Friday through Sunday.  I spent as much time working as I could -- in the RV, of course -- but came into the house whenever we had visitors.  The crowd was terrific beginning early Friday morning, and sparse the other two days.  It was difficult watching the things we had accumulated being sold for pennies on the dollar, especially knowing that many of the shoppers who appeared the first day were dealers, who would sell these items for far more than they paid.  Still, we sold almost everything, and made almost $2000 over the weekend.  That paid for half the RV.  We were prepared to donate the few remaining items when one of the buyers from Friday showed up, and offered us $25 for everything that remained.  Again, it hurt, knowing the value was several hundred dollars, but it was that, or nothing.

Now the house was empty, except for the kitchen, where Kazumi only had a few pots and pans, and some food.  Ten more days, and we'll be on the road.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Moving In

If the goal is to live in an RV, then it makes sense to get in a little "practice" before diving in head-long.  We were no longer planning to ease into the life, so over the course of the past week or so, we gradually shifted our living space from the house to the RV.  I've been writing at the dining room table for a couple of weeks, and a few days ago, I brought my desktop in, and began working my day job there was well..  So I've been "living" in the RV for a while, going into the house to eat, sleep, and for bathroom breaks.

Today, though, Kazumi and the dogs take up full-time residence.  Everything we need -- which is to say, everything that will fit -- is already in the vehicle, except for food and cooking utensils.  Those will go in later.  Tonight, we'll sleep in the RV.  Tomorrow, we'll wake and have breakfast (there's milk in the fridge and cereal in the cabinet).  I'll stay here and work, while Kazumi does her thing in and out of the house.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Making the Decision

Originally, we were going to plan the transition for several months, and gradually work our way into RV life.  A weekend away to get used to the idea, a week in the mountains to work out the kinks, building up to several weeks before going full-time.  That was my plan, at least.

We realized, though, that we've been planning this adventure for at least five years.  We've researched the heck out of this idea.  We already know most of the issues, the problems we'll encounter, the costs involved, and a lot of what RV life is like.  Any further planning would be superfluous.

So we changed our plans.  The first of October, we were going to hit the road.  I wanted to see the hot-air balloon festival in Albuquerque.  I called all of the RV parks I could find.  Everyone was booked for the festival.  No one had space for the week of the balloon festival, and fewer had monthly space available.  I learned that the best time to book for that October event was the previous November.

It was back to the drawing board.  Kazumi and I talked it over, and the coversation boiled down to one question: Did we want to "do things", or did we want to see the country.  We agreed that seeing the country was more important than any events, no matter how exciting, we might miss.

With that in mind, I furthered my research, and found a nice little place on the other side of the Rockies, about 10 miles south of Montrose.  Thinking to avoid major cities, I booked a few other places as well, all the way into Arizona, at least three months ahead.  And somewhere along the line, we determined that October was too long to wait: we opted to leave on September 26, exactly two years after we arrived in Pueblo.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Putting Our New Home to Use

After we'd had the RV for a few days, it dawned on me that I could be putting it to good use, instead of just watching it through the bedroom window.  It's been a while since I managed to do any writing, so I decided to use the RV as my writer's garret.

I started getting up around 5:30, and heading out in the dark with my laptop to get some much-needed work done.  The darkness was oddly comforting, and the quiet allowed me to concentrate.  At the start, I wrote maybe half a page, then a whole page, then a couple of pages.

And then the laptop battery died.

This was a subtle hint that I should probably connect the rig to some power source or another.  Fortunately, my heavy-duty extension cord was just exactly long enough to reach the back of the RV, and the RV cord was long enough to reach there.  I had power, and I could go back to work.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Adventure Begins

Since leaving Hawaii six years ago, my wife and I have been searching for a home. We enjoy traveling across the country (though it's only been four states so far), but our quest is to find a home to call our own.

Today, August 19th, we found it.

We saw an ad in the newspaper. We called, and it was still available, so we rushed over for a personal inspection.

I will be honest: it's not the home we were looking for. It's fully one-third the size of what we wanted, but we've lived in places that were almost as small. It's in need of many minor repairs: the door sags, the table wobbles, the air conditioning doesn't work well. As I said, though, minor. Also, it's about three times as old as we were hoping, so I expect more repairs will crop up in the near future. It's in otherwise good condition, and the price was remarkable: only $4000. Needless to say, we snapped it up in an instant.

We expect to make the full-time move at the end of September. In the meantime, there are so many things to do, and so many expenses I hadn't planned for. Insurance; arranging for television and internet; fees I never imagined. Since the home is so small, we're also selling everything that doesn't fit. We've never had much to begin with (and like it that way), but there's still an overwhelming number of things we can't take with us.

As I said, it's not exactly what we were looking for, but it's close, so we're going to make do until we can afford the next step up -- and the step after that, if necessary. In the meantime, I'm just telling people this: it may not look like much, but the back yard is awesome.