Coach, Car, Plane & Trolley Car

Well, I’ve been absent for a few days, my apologies to my loyal readers! 

I’ve been winterizing the coach in preparation for a trip to Phoenix — to fly to San Francisco for a few days — then back to the coach to my early winter options.

With that being said we’ll start with winterizing.  Not much to it, just getting all of the water out of all of the places that the water is stored.  The one place that I forgot was my flower pitcher on kitchen table.  Of all the help that I received from fellow rver’s in the process, no one mentioned that vessel! 

The coach is officially in storage for the next two weeks. Colette, my sweet friend and park receptionist,  asked if I was planning to stay with them on a monthly basis when I returned. I am undecided.  Yesterday I woke to the first hard frost of the season, fresh snow on the mountain tops, and the thermometer’s mercury continues to fall. I’m not sure that my warm-blooded Phoenix body can handle that much crisp mountain air continually oozing through the coach’s nooks and crannies.

Colette began living out of her coach on December 1st of last year.  Brave and crazy soul.  She invited me to join her and several others who live at the park through the winter.  She offered lists of tools and supplies I would need for winter months: skirting, heat tape, window film, insulation pieces to cover the upper vents, and a crock pot.  Regular pot luck dinners cure the intermittent cabin fever that the neighbors experience, hence the crock pot suggestion. 

Hmmm.  I knew I was in for an adventure with this coach life. Once again, I’m being stretched by reality’s definition of “adventure”.  Am I up for this one.  Only Scarlett O’Hara’s response comes to mind, “I’ll think about that tomorrow.”

In the meantime, Cat and I made the drive down to Phoenix late last night.  She was irritable nearly the entire trip, which has never happened before and can only mean one thing.  She misses her coach, and prefers it to the car on these long trips.  Paarrrrdon me!

Friday Henry and I will join his cousin Danny, and girlfriend Julie in San Francisco (via plane).  We’ll visit all the sites — Fisherman’s Wharf, Chinatown, Nob Hill, Union Square, Sonoma, Napa, Muir Woods & beach, and of course ride the trolley cars.  What a great city San Francisco is!  I look forward to seeing the sites, eating the food, drinking the wine, and laughing continually as the four of us typically do together.

I’ll keep in touch, maybe not daily, but check in for sights from the city and what can be seen from outside the motor coach! 

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Saturday Morning

Some of you are familiar with the TV program called Sunday Morning.  It includes segments on various subject matters interspersed with commentaries and opinions.  Today’s Blog’s title is inspired by that program with a casual twist.

Several of you have written to me and asked questions, so here are the answers:

How am I liking it, and is it getting old yet? 
I am loving it!  I’m really enjoying the simplicity of it.  Everything you need and nothing you don’t.  A few epiphanies that I have had:

I cleaned the entire coach, front to back, bathroom, kitchen, even vacuuming and it took me a whole 40 minutes!  Fantastic! Much better that a whole day of house cleaning!

I can sit at my kitchen table and reach books on my living room couch without taking a step. 

The kitchen counter doubles as an end table for the living room, no dusting required.

Are you cooking or eating out?  Doing dishes or disposable everything?
Since I’ve been at the Soup Kitchen quite a bit, I eat once a day there. (There’s always plenty and it’s great to sit down to listen to people’s stories.)  I’ve had dinner with Nick and Kristen at their home almost every night since I have been here.  Sometimes I cook for them, and sometimes they cook for me.

Last night I cooked dinner here in the coach for the first time. Once I found where, and how to light the oven’s pilot light, — after referring to the Owner’s Manual . . . again — the meal was a snap to prepare, and delicious.

I have to admit that after dinner I thought about loading the dishes in the dishwasher to get them out of sight as soon as possible and chuckled to myself when I realized how silly it was of me to think of a dishwasher in my confined space.  But, since there’s not much to mess up, there’s not much to clean up!

I have paper plates and disposable cups with me, but prefer to use my sterling silver flatware, plates, dishes, and cups as much as possible — even it I’m cooking up a quick batch of oatmeal in the morning.  It brings an element of civility to what could be a pretty primitive eating experience otherwise. Flowers on the dining table brighten the entire coach and add to my dining pleasure.

What about laundry?
Anticipating my needs, my darling daughter-in-law was quick to offer their machines for my convenience — complete with treated water so my digs in the coach are soft to the skin and static free – not bad for “camping”.  I’m sure that I’ll have to use a Laundromat at some point, so I’m appreciating their facilities greatly right now.

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And now we turn our attention to the Cat:

Is Cat is enjoying her new home?
Cat has proudly taken on the attitude that I purchased this rig for her very own comfort, enjoyment, and pleasure.  Similar to a home anywhere else she has lived (or visited), she has found a warm soft spot to curl up for napping any time of the day. She has also discovered the private deck in the front of the coach (aka, dashboard), designed specifically for her viewing pleasure as she is able to sit well above most of the activity that she is observing, and she can display her superior demeanor to passers-by who happen to catch a glimpse of her should they raise their heads high enough to see her.

Currently the shower stall has been converted to her very own private lavatory, complete with wall-to-wall carpeting underneath her box, with an additional throw rug in the hallway to catch the sand that she loves to toss around the entire coach.  (Again, no big deal, since the clean-up is no big deal.)

She has a scratching pad in the bedroom, directly in front of the heating vent, which she adores after she comes in from her multiple trips outside to check on the very latest happenings in the park. She quickly learned that her soft meow can be heard inside the coach which signals to me that she would like me to open the door for her.  Apparently something scared her at some point and she has adjusted that signal from a meow to a pounce on the metal step just outside the coach door, which initiates the same response from me, her doorman.  She stays fairly close to the coach, and always seeks shelter from any threats by hopping up on one of the wheels under the coach in the even that her doorman is off duty, or away from the property.

Quite amusing to me, she has learned to follow just a few steps behind me when I go for walks around the park.  Maybe someday I will be able to lead her on a leash if we keep practicing this interesting routine.  One day we walked to the back of the property where an alpaca was tethered to a tree, grazing.  It stunned her and her response was so intense that I had to laugh out loud at her.  I don’t think she’s ever seen large animal before, because the horses in the pasture beyond also seemed to instigate the same curious response.

Does she mind the movement of the RV while you are on the road? 
I think she’s fine with the movement of the coach while on the road.  The only time I see or hear from her is when I stop the vehicle. She walks out of the bedroom and meows, maybe just to remind me that she’s back there and would appreciate some stillness.  She’s so used to traveling now that when I take her anywhere in the car with me she sits on my lap and her nose is practically glued to the window checking out the scenery passing by.  She’s become my lap kitty. 

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And now, a thank you to my readers:

Thank you to all of you who are reading “The Blog”.  Just like you, I’m not sure how to use this new technology, so if you did figure out how to “become a follower”, congratulations.  However, apparently, according to my dear daughter-in-law, I have to link my followers back to me.  Since I’m not sure what that means, and how to do it, bear with me a while longer and I’ll figure it out in the coming week.  All of us “techno-sauruses” will learn together. 

Continually learning —- on the coach, on the internet, something new every day!

That’s it for now, I’m headed out of my tin-dominium for a Halloween party tonight.  More to come tomorrow. 

For now, I leave you with views of my humble home.

How about this for an efficient kitchen!
Table for 4



My delightfully comfy and cozy bedroom!



The Living Room & “Bridge”

Just one of many favorite places.

Quiet please

Should I share with you the splendor of the cottonwood trees in their majestic autumn gold foilage,

or the sweet smell of the river valley before a rain,

or the calming comfort of a night sky painted with greys, the clouds giving way to the moon’s nearly full glow?

Oh how I wish I could. 

You’ll have to excuse me, I’m going to listen to the pitter patter of a steady rain tonight. 

It’s a treat that this gal from the desert craves, and it’s long overdue.

They’re Not Ax Murderers

Last Friday, after a week of enjoying a mini-vacation in Durango, I decided to seek out someone who might need help.  (After all, that is part of the travel plans.)  I stopped by the Soup Kitchen and committed myself to a week of service which began yesterday. —- More on that later.

Anyway, after my shift today my neighbor knocked on my door and ordered me to come over and “talk rv” with him and his wife.  Before I had my thongs on he was not headed back to his rv as I expected, but rather to the opposite side of mine where he quickly openend all of my utility compartments.  By that time his wife was introducing herself and looking over his shoulder, commenting to each other about my set-up.Without hesitation he began undoing hoses and cords and pipes and reconnecting them through the appropriate lower openings.  When he got to the waste pipes, he offered the lead to her, and as she adjusted the fittings, she turned to me and proudly announced that she is the “Potty Expert”!

I had met him the day before while we were both having our propane tanks filled. In the RV Park, the local gas company truck circles the driveways between the motorhomes like an ice cream truck jingles through the neighborhood, looking for kids standing at edge of their yards waiting for the truck to the arrive.  Soooo, we’re a little older, and it’s heat, not ice that we’re waiting for. Nevertheless, we’re at our curbs, flagging him down. 

Anyway, back to today.  They continued my lessons with how to fill my traveling water tank, how to empty my traveling water tank, and how much water to keep in my traveling water tank while traveling to get the best gas mileage, and still have all the comforts of home readily accessible.

Then we were on to practicing maneuvers with the awning.  They shared the story of how they lost one on the highway one time — which apparently is a fairly common occurrence since the guy that sold me my rv told me he had the same experience in his previous rv.  They were impressed by the Harley jewelry he had attached to my rig for added security, but suggested that I still purchase some velcro straps to hold the awning frame close to the vehicle during those windy days on the highway.  (Sounds like a design problem to me!)

Finally, after assuring them three times that I didn’t need help with anything else, they invited me to their rig. I knew it was going to be nice — 4 pop-outs and shinny new (2-3 years old), it was beautiful inside.  I hardly felt like I was in an rv — cherry cabinets, flat screen tv, as wide as a standard hotel room.  Even the steering wheel was disguised with a cloth covered table where photos of the grandkids and an antique lamp were displayed.

Well, we talked about the best clubs to join, the best ways to learn about the rig, and road travel, and places to stay, where they had been, sharing our common interests (including garage sale-ing), where we were both going, and notes on local restaurants.  We exchanged cards and promised to keep in touch.  They’re “pulling out” in the morning to head back to their home in Denton, Texas.

Sweet, sweet people.. . . . not ax murderers.  I have a feeling there’s going to be many more of their kind along the way.

Notes on an evening walk

Bayfield, Colorado 

Incorporated in 1906
Population:  2,087
Land Area:  1.08 square miles

Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t have my camera for my evening walk tonight. I walked from one end of Bayfield to the other.

I saw a couple cruising Main Street. . . . on their horses.

I saw a winter’s worth of firewood stacked on the front porch of a house.

I saw a black and white goat in a front yard, “mowing” the lawn with it’s front teeth.

I saw two young boys in a front yard, trying their best to load a bike on an old rusty red wagon.  They saw me walking by and spoke a little more loudly to each other, “We sure could use some help, couldn’t we?”  And the other replied back to his friend, “Yep, sure could!” 

Aah!  That’s my cue!  I helped them load the bike. As soon as it was done (taking all of 30 seconds), their little cherub-like faces turned up towards me with clearly spoken thanks.  Sweet little angels!

Boys at that kindergarten age are so precious. Moms want to hold on to them forever.

But from the time they are born, it is a constant stream of letting them go.  They learn to crawl, we have to let go of holding them all the time.  Then they walk.  Soon they’re off to school, spending time with friends, sport, and new interests.  Before we know it they’re dating, and preparing for adulthood, leaving home for school, or a career, and a family of their own.

The deck is stacked against us.  The more we try to hold them, the more they must, and do resist our grasp. 

Just as the neighborhood boys appreciated my help, and just as I was blessed with the gratitude expressed in their innocent upturned smiling faces, my relationship with my own sons is nourished by similar brief moments shared — by invitation only.

New Normal

Today was a typical Saturday.  Get up and clean the house, do a little home repair and improvement, and take the afternoon off.  It’s probably the closest to normal that I’ve been since I purchased this home. When it’s not on the road, Coach Life is pretty much the same as permanent home life. I even have wireless internet service and cable tv service — and, actually more channels that I get at home. 

Since I’ve been close to Durango, CO, I’ve been visiting with my son Nick, and his wife, Kristen.  That’s normal. I visit them regularly on weekends throughout the year. We enjoy each other’s company. It’s easy to think about staying here close to them, but that’s not part of the plan. 

I’m in a process of blending the old normal with the new normal.  Spending time with Nick and Kristen is part of a day that also includes formulating the next trip leg, researching another income lead, learning something new about the coach (today it was the propane system), or visiting with fellow campers and RVer’s.

It’s one thing to say I’m going to travel around in an RV and help people, it’s totally different putting it into action.

I must find some way to help someone here before I move on.  And, I must move on.

Daydreamer

So many people that hear of my adventure tell me that they wish that they could do it, or think it’s great to have such freedom. . . and courage. . .

I had to chuckle today when a friend told me that years ago she thought I was just day dreaming when I would talk about traveling in an RV.  Yes, I was just day dreaming then. 

Our minds are amazing machines.  Just like guided missiles, our brains are set up to hone in on a target (goal) and decipher the path to get there.  A series of events occurring in precisely the right order, all at precisely the right time created the opportunity to transform my day dream into reality.  It’s as simple as that.

Well, that and a heaping lot of prayers!

So, what is your day dream?  I’d love to know. .. .