I AM CONTINUALLY PROVEN WRONG
We took an extended hike up into the hills today, from our RV park, a chapparal sort of hike, scrub brush and cacti, large boulders and flowering whatevers, and I came to a new appreciation for this section of the country. The hills above Southern California, this section just north of San Diego, is reasonably close to being desert, and yet the “hills are alive” with the sound of natural beauty, a natural beauty I might have scoffed at when younger. People from Western Washington, where I am from, are spoiled by greenery. It is the Evergreen State, after all, which means no matter the season, we have towering firs to refresh our need for color, even in winter, and I think we are a bit snobbish when it comes to our regional pride. We don’t really think other parts of the country can match ours for stunning vistas.
That was me then; I don’t think it applies now. Today was yet another eye-opener. The high desert is alive, is overflowing with beauty and wonder. I just had to be ready to accept that a different type of beauty is still beauty.
Having said all that, and I am being completely honest in the aforementioned opinion, signs warning me of rattlesnakes are unnerving, something I doubt I will ever grow accustomed to while down in this part of the U.S.
THE BUS IS DRIVING US CRAZY
Call it a design flaw if you will, and you should because it was my design flaw for sure. I had the big idea to have the bed going north to south instead of in the rear going east to west, which is the preferred design of practically everyone who lives out of a van or bus. I thought different would be cool.
It turns out different is a pain in the ass.
We have no room to move around because of my design, we are constantly running into each other, I have hit my head on shelves and the top level of the bunkbed more times than I care to mention, and once we get to Campo, with time on our hands before Bev takes off on her hike, this brilliant design of mine will be torn apart and made into a workable design. I have a saw and I know how to use it.
I am waving the white flag. I admit defeat. My design will eventually kill me if we don’t get the saw out and change it.
P.S. two weeks later, the bus has been reconfigured, and peace has been restored.
RIDING OUT A WINTER STORM
Bev has her favorite childhood friend living in Laguna Beach, California, about forty miles inland, so that is/was our next stop. We are spending two days here, at Crystal Cove State Park, while the heavens unleash their full February fury, giving Bev some much-needed visiting time with her friend. Me, I’ll hang with the dogs, in the state park, and work on vides and content creation for my long-serving customers.
It’s important that she spend time with Brenda. Friendships like that one, which last a lifetime, are priceless. I lost my best friend, Frank, four years ago, and I regret almost daily that I didn’t spend more time with him before cancer rang the final bell. I want Bev to have as many of those moments as possible.
This storm is going to dump another six-to-eight feet of snow on the Sierra Mountains, certainly more than enough to postpone any move inland we were contemplating, and I have no desire whatsoever to put Puddle Walker smack dab in the middle of a winter’s storm. So here we will sit.
Puddle Walker, by the way, is performing beautifully. Hasn’t used a drop of oil, no leaks, temp gauge remains steady, tires holding air . . . it is for sure due for a service visit, and an oil change, which we will take care of once this storm passes and we are inland a bit where prices are a bit lower. And one thing I am very appreciative of, because it is only eighteen feet long on a van chassis, it is very easy to drive in the city traffic, unlike many other larger RV’s or towing a trailer.
She stands out a bit among the money of Laguna Beach, probably would be considered an eyesore by many here, but I like her spirit and I applaud her responsiveness to everything I ask of her. Not bad at all for a twenty-four-year-old vehicle.
The dogs are doing okay. Maggie the Resilient is fine anywhere her humans are, and she has always loved traveling. Toby is tolerating the drives as best he can. Loud noises startle him, and Puddle Walker can get a bit creaky on rough roads, so Toby is hanging in there as well as we can hope. He is such a good dog, I hate putting him through anything that makes him uncomfortable, and I know their worlds have been turned upside down, but they are champs and yes, I’m proud of them.
YESTERDAY, BEFORE THE STORM
Well, we walked around the beachfront of Laguna Beach, sun peaking between clouds, slight breeze at that time, mid-fifties, perfect walking weather in February . . . and I was observing, as I am prone to do these days. We met a man from Philly, pushing a baby stroller, talked to him about his son Robert Joseph, the father so proud, bubbling over with love and pride. We spoke to probably five people about our dogs, the breed, hearing the compliments, shared stories about pets at home. I saw four friends, women, middle-aged, laughing and walking, arm in arm, three teens on skateboards, weaving in and out of foot traffic, one girl, maybe pre-teen, hugging her father in public, no shame at all, restaurants with patrons laughing, conducting business, going about the business of interacting with fellow humans, flags on storefronts, young couples holding hands, joggers, an older woman, older than me, with her daughter and granddaughter, you can just tell, you know, three generations on a shopping trip . . . and it all filled me with joy, and that very present realization, with me often now, that we are all 99% the same, you and I, our neighbors, our distant relatives, people we have never met, people we will never meet, we are all so damned similar, and will we ever embrace THAT fact rather than shout from soap boxes about our differences?
Condensation forms on the windows of Puddle Walker as I write.
I read a post written by an online friend living in South Africa. We share many beliefs about living an intentional life, living an honorable life, and living a life which emphasizes quality over quantity. Her writings always fill me with hope and renew me with vigor for future endeavors.
Lately, an online friend, one who would stop by sporadically to read my writings or watch my videos, has been present at everything I post. The change coincides, I think, with the beginning of this road trip, and I believe it has something to do with a desire she expressed, maybe a year ago, to sell everything, buy an RV, and hit the road. As of now she has not done that, but I think she is finding inspiration in our travels, and I think our odyssey is fueling her courage to finally turn the key and start her engine.
I hope so. I really do. I hope more people find the courage to make necessary changes in lifestyle, to finally enjoy life on their terms rather than some preconceived notion of an American Dream and Protestant work ethic.
Puddle Walker is rocking back and forth in the wind, like some child being rocked to sleep. The darkness around us is almost absolute. The wind has not abated. The dogs are gently snoring.
All is right in my world.
Thank you, Peggy! We were being silly while out on the walk, before we left on this adventure, and we just came up with the name out of the blue.
So good that you are able to tackle things like readjusting the sleeping configuration in Puddle Jumper. Love that name, BTW!
Thank you Ann! i think I can download one tonight.
Wonderful! I think the old, reliable vans are the best – they have character and are far more cosy.
Great that you’ve re-configured to suit the space. Our problem was always that Arthur is too tall to sleep across a van! Ah well.
Waiting for the next installments with anticipation, Bill.
Keep safe and well.
Ann
Thank you, Sue! The real adventure begins tomorrow, Bev’s first day on the trai. We haven’t really worked out logistics yet, but we will fake it until we make it.
I have read your latest gardening blog and I promise, I will comment sooner rather than later.
Hugs from the desert,
Bill
So pleased to be catching up here again with your Bill, and hope that head of yours is not too bumped and bruised with your design flaw LOL… But I am sure you will rectify it as soon as you are able..
Its wonderful to meet and greet like minded people along our journeys.. and you are so right. We are all in essence wanting the same things in life.. And I truly believe the Human Spirit will eventually bring those future generations those kind of freedoms many are standing up for and reaching out to preserve right now..
Lovely to know Maggie and Toby are standing up to the travelling and enjoying their adventures with you.
I hope Brenda enjoys her visit with her friend.. and its great knowing that Puddle Walker is behaving and not consuming oil as the miles mount up..
Sending warm hugs my friend to you both… And Keep ducking from the corners of those cupboards till you get that saw in motion!.. 🙂
Take care both of you..
Sue <3
Thank you Marty! I appreciate it.
Just found your blog. Very nice. I’m enjoying it.