Sue's Incomplete List of Rules for RV Living, Part 1

Living in an RV is not for everyone, and requires some important bits of knowledge before embarking on an adventure like this.  So, as a public service, I have created a list of rules you might want to follow if you ever find yourself considering this unique housing option:

     

Sue's Rules for RVing

#1.  Try to make sure the RV park you pick doesn't suck   

We began our stay in Tijeras, a little town in what are called the East Mountains.  Tijeras is about 8 miles east of Abq.  I picked this particular RV park because it was cheap.   In the Albuquerque area, RV parks generally run from about $300 - $600 per month, and we could only consider places on the low end of the range.  The place we chose was quiet, but it was a mishmash of prickly, tall weeds, rocks and dirt.  No club house or pool, and we couldn't connect to their "free" Wi-fi.  Free wi-fi my ass!  

Our lovely RV Park in Tijeras!

After only a few days we realized it was a sucky campground, but we had already paid for a month.  You can pay nightly for a few days until you see if you like it.  Most parks cost about $25-$30 a night.  But when you're poor, it seems crazy to put out $60 or $90 for a few days to make sure you like it there, when you know you could just put down the $350 for the month and be done with it!  So, let me amend my first rule:  if you're low on cash, just pay monthly and deal with it!  



#2.  Be friendly, but not too friendly.   It was a small RV park, but out of about 50 spaces, there were only about 7 RVs camped there.  (That should have been my first clue to Rule #1).  I had imagined bonding with all these older, retired RVing couples, listening to them talk about their travels, the good old days and life on the road.  

But that didn't happen, especially at that first park.  

There was one guy whose family was in Texas but he had a job at Kirtland Air Force Base in Abq.  He lived in a fifth wheel instead of an apartment, and was gone to Amarillo every weekend.  There was a 30's-ish couple who had a lot of visitors nightly, and they would light a small campfire and sit around drinking beers and hanging out, but they weren't friendly to us.   There were a few RVs with people who almost never came out.  I wasn't even sure some of them were occupied until I caught a glimpse now and then of someone opening a door and slamming it shut again.

And then there was Mabel.  


She lived 2 spots over from us, and welcomed us warmly when we first arrived.  She was in her 60s, she said, and had lived there for about 2 years.  2 years!!  People live in RVs for years and years!  The thought made me a little sick to my stomach.  Mabel started coming over on a regular basis:  to give us some basil from her basil plant, to give us a DVD she had already watched, etc.   Not long after we arrived she gave me a loose-leaf notebook and told me it was the book she had written.  She wanted me to read it and tell her if I thought it could be published.  Okay, I thought, I'll read it fast and praise it no matter what.  


Whoa, Nellie!  I was not prepared for this story!  It was a memoir about the years she spent being homeless!  There were many, many personal details that I felt uncomfortable reading (probably similar to how some of you might feel reading this blog!) and knowing about this woman I had just met.  It detailed dumpster diving, breaking and entering, hygiene issues, and much, much more.  It makes me cringe just thinking about it!  This is not because I have an issue with her having been homeless, but because of the forced intimacy imposed on me.   It was as if the natural way of becoming friends was to make a little small talk with someone, and then exchange notebooks with all of your dirty laundry spilled across the pages for the other person to read.  I didn't want to know her that well!  I don't think I want to know anyone that well!  It was depressing and icky.  

Some of you reading this know that I have had a rough couple of years dealing with poverty, foreclosure, surgery for an ectopic pregnancy, unemployment and generally feeling like a failure.  Then we make this cross-country odyssey in order to start fresh, begin anew, and she gives me this piece of dreck detailing just how much worse life can get.  Gee, at least we haven't had to eat garbage yet!  Oh, and we haven't slept in barns yet!  I guess things really are looking up for us!  We're almost at the end of our money, we need jobs, and we're living in a bus, but boy are we lucky!!!  

Between the writing and the endless tales of desperation, I was in hell.  

I felt a little traumatized when I was done, but I managed to tell her it was good but sad and I definitely thought it could be published.  It could, I guess...


After that, I avoided Mabel at all costs.  I had to.  I couldn't deal.  Yet she seemed to be waiting for us every time we came home.  A minute or two after we would drive up to our spot in our car, she would be knocking on the door to Old Gal.  She asked us to watch movies with her, play board games, and just come and talk with her.   I know she was lonely and just wanted some company, but I couldn't listen to more of her bad luck stories.  We did spend some time with her, but it was getting to the point where I fantasized about leaving our car out on the main road and sneaking up to our RV so she wouldn't know we were there!   That might work, but since her rig was only 10 feet away, when we got to Old Gal we would have to come in and sit in complete darkness and silence.


We considered it.  


I'm ashamed to say that on our last day in Tijeras, Mabel happened to be at work, and we not-so-coincidentally forgot to tell her we were leaving.   Okay, I'm not ashamed.  I couldn't take anymore, and even though we were moving across town, I didn't want to take the chance that she would find us.    Maybe I'm the worst person in the world, but if I saw her today I would hide.  Definitely.  Be friendly, but not too friendly.  Please.




#3.  Get someone else, like your husband, to deal with the gray and black water tanks.   This is a very important rule!   First, maybe I should explain about these tanks.  When you get to an RV site, you have a water spigot nearby, which you hook up to your rig with your own hose, like a garden hose.  Then, when you need water, like in the kitchen sink, the water comes through the faucet and everything is grand.  


But what happens to the water after it goes down the drain?


Well, it goes to the Gray Water Tank in the bowels of the RV.  You need to check it periodically (or get your husband to do it) so it doesn't fill up and come back up on you.  


Any of you wondering what happens with the commode???  You don't really want to know, but you're a little curious, aren't you?  Come on, admit it!  Okay, I'll tell you about The Black Tank.  When you use the toilet, you step on the flush mechanism near the floor.  That causes the bottom of the toilet to open up and drop all the goodies directly into the black tank.   This tank is exclusively for toilet goodies.  Before the black tank fills up (and believe me, you'll know when it's time), you attach a large-ish hose on the outside of the RV that goes from the black tank to a hole in the ground.  Each site has its own hole, and I guess each hole leads to some fabulous septic system underground.  


Well, when you want to flush all of this yukky water out of your tanks, both gray and black, you open a valve and the gray water flows through the black water tank (to help clean and empty it) and all of it goes into the hole in the ground.  Or that is what is supposed to happen.  


We went on RV websites like Good Sam (www.goodsam.com) to get tips before we left, and apparently many people have unfortunate incidents when emptying black water tanks.  Sometimes they don't attach the hoses very well, which leads to spilling and spraying of "black water".  Or they forget to wear gloves, or the tank overflows, etc.  

Just thinking about it activates my gag reflex!   Ack!


I'm a girl from suburban New Jersey.  We never had to deal this intimately with the most unpleasant of all bodily fluids/emissions!  We barely even needed a plunger in the 20 + years I lived in my parents' house!   Before I agreed to this nutty, hair-brained scheme, I told Jimmy in no uncertain terms that I would only do it if I never had to deal with the poopy tank.  I never did, thank god!


Luckily, Jimmy is a crack hose-attacher, and I'm proud to say there were no black water tank incidents during our entire 6-month stay in Old Gal.   Whew!  

Don't be a hero - get someone else to do it!  


There are more rules for RV living, but these are the ones I consider the most important for now.  Don't stay at a sucky place, don't talk about your stint as a homeless person until you know someone well, and don't go near the poopy tank & hoses.  Follow these rules - you'll be glad you did!

Stuck Inside of San Jon, With the Abq Blues Again

So, It's Monday night, June 7th, and we're boondocking at Terry's Truck Service in San Jon, New Mexico.  Old Gal is sad and wheezing, we are exhausted, and none of us is going anywhere anytime soon.  The only one who seems relatively cheery is Freddie, our sweet 13-year-old pooch, who has no idea what's going on, but is going with the flow.  The owner of the shop let us plug in to the building, which means we had enough electricity to turn on a few lights and possibly watch a video on our little 9-inch TV-VCR combo, but not much else.   We fell into bed and prayed for sleep.  

The next morning, we used their restrooms to wash up, made a space for Freddie in the back of the car behind the driver's seat, and took off in search of a way to spend the day.   On the advice of a mechanic, we went to the only major 'city' in the region, Tucumcari.  We set off west on Route 40, and 20 minutes later we came to a town whose most striking attribute was a mountain with a giant "T" painted on it.

We found a great diner on Old Route 66, found a spot to park the car in the shade, opened all the windows wide, and left Freddie to get some breakfast.  It was hot hot hot, in the 80s already in the morning, and I was very concerned about leaving her.  But I checked on her every 10 minutes and I can assure you she was happy and cool in the shade!   

Unfortunately, breakfast can only last so long, and we soon found ourselves driving around trying to eat up some time.   We drove the entire length of Old Route 66 through Tucumcari, which had many of those classic kitschy motels that made 66 famous.  Well, it used to have many of those motels.  Now most of them are mere shells, long closed, neon signs dark and windows broken.  There is much nostalgia about Route 66, but no one seems interested in maintaining its character.  And even if these motels did get new owners who spiffied them up, would anyone want to stay there instead of a Days Inn?   Nostalgia or no, there seemed to be very little thriving commerce on Route 66.  It was kinda depressing.  

After a thorough tour of Tucumcari we reluctantly drove back to Terry's Truck Service.  We were hoping that they were close to fixing Old Gal, but found that they hadn't even brought her into a service bay yet.  Clearly we were going to be there for the entire afternoon.  What to do?   We explored San Jon (at first I pronounced it San "John", but later learned that it was pronounced San "hone").   This town was like something out of a movie - it had one traffic light, one crumbling motel, a small school and a tiny post office.  There were a few streets of modest houses, and a gas station/truck stop just off the highway.  The entire town is located just south of Route 40 & Old Route 66, except for Terry's and a convenience store, which were across the highway to the north.  Much of the surrounding landscape was made up of cattle ranches, though we rarely saw any cattle.

We checked out a wind farm up on a mesa to the south of San Jon, then went north for about 45 minutes until we reached Ute Lake State Park.  What a beautiful lake!  It was surrounded by a light rock that looked a bit like limestone, and had water that was bright turquoise.  Wow!   By now it was 105 degrees outside, and we were hot and cranky, but all that changed the second we saw the water.  There were a few people swimming and they looked so happy that we decided to go in in our clothes!  

Two words - pure heaven!  The water was crisply cold and refreshing, and made me happy beyond reason.  Freddie even loved it!  She's not usually a big fan of water, but she walked right in up to her neck!   After that she proceeded to roll all over the sandy beach until she was one big yellow ball.  That's a happy dog!  It was a wonderful way to spend the day!


We got back to the truck shop in late afternoon, but had to sit and wait until 8pm for them to give us any news on the RV.   Once again the mechanic said he found the problem, then realized he hadn't when he and Jimmy went on a test drive.  I was upset by their seeming lack of concern over the amount of time it was taking or the quality of work by their mechanics, but where else were we going to take it?   It was getting harder to keep our spirits up. 


Another day passed waiting for them to fix Old Gal, and again Jimmy went with the mechanic on a test drive at about 9pm.   Jimmy didn't think the problem was really fixed, but Old Gal was running better, so we paid them a whopping $800 and finally continued down the road toward Albuquerque.   On our way again!   Only 200 miles to go!

We made it about 20 miles, to just outside of Tucumcari, when Old Gal sputtered and died by the side of the highway.   We had to call Terry's to come and tow Old Gal back to the garage, which took an additional 2 hours.  For the third night in a row, we were stuck in San Jon, with Old Gal no closer to being back on the road.   We took showers in the truck stop across the highway and felt dejected and depressed.   


We had been going like gangbusters since January when we bought Old Gal!  Jimmy drove her up to PA from Florida, we cleaned her, fixed her top to bottom, sold all of our stuff, did research on Albuquerque, planned our route and our job-hunting strategies, moved into our house on wheels,  and drove 1,700 miles cross-country  - only to get stopped dead in our tracks 200 miles from our destination.  Unbelievable! 

The one bright spot in being stuck in San Jon was the little take-out place in the convenience store next to Terry's Truck Service.  When we first walked in to get some water, we were greeted with the unmistakable and delectable aroma of Indian food!   I mean East Indian food, like you can find all over New Jersey!  My brain wasn't quite able to comprehend these exotic spice smells coming from this store in this town.  And it tasted as good as it smelled!  Delicious samosas and tandoori chicken as good as I've ever had!  What luck!   There's not a single restaurant in San Jon except for one that just happens to feature Indian cooking!  The people were friendly and all the food was made by a woman who seemed to be the elderly matriarch of the family.  If you ever find yourself near San Jon and you're feeling like a nosh, drop by this place for a great meal.  I don't remember the name, but trust me, it's easy to find...

We sputtered into Terry's on Monday afternoon and were finally out of there on Friday afternoon.  By Friday morning, they finally decided to switch mechanics, and the new one seemed to get it right.  We left San Jon at about 2pm, but without the same feeling of joy and anticipation we had the night before.  However, Old Gal was able to make the trip.  We had to stop every hour or so to let her rest, because she was still having trouble getting up hills.  


Finally, finally, a few hours later, we saw the Sandia Mountains up ahead, and we knew we were close to Albuquerque.  We had reservations at a campground outside of Abq in a little town called Tijeras (pronounced "Ti-herr-ahs") and we felt like the Hebrews must have felt after their little 40-year-hike around the desert.  Ok, so instead of 40 years, it took us 11 days.  But we too had reached our Promised Land, and we were grateful. 

New Mexico Here We Come!!

Sunday morning.  We woke up outside of Carthage, Missouri to cooler temperatures and lower humidity.  It was a gorgeous, sunny day, and we were excited to get back on the road.  We spent the day driving through Oklahoma.  

There were so many cattle!!   Lots of ranches but not all that much to see.  We stopped at an awesome tourist trap called Cherokee Junction.  They had all manner of Route 66 tchochkes, leather wear, and Native American style artwork, pottery,and woven baskets.  It was a fun diversion, but also a little depressing.  I love big tourist traps, including South of the Border and any Stuckey's, but there's a whiff of desperation and sadness about them too.  This place was supposedly run by the Kickapoo Nation, but I can't say I saw anyone working there who looked native at all.   But what do I know?  There are supposed to be a lot of fun stops along "Historic Route 66" in OK, but we had to stick to the highway, so we missed all of that.  Here are some fun pictures of things we missed:

 

Boy it would have been fun to see those, huh???  Anyway, after Oklahoma City, my favorite sight was the wind turbines.   You could see them from 12 miles away!   There were hundreds of them!!!  At first I couldn't tell what they were, but as we got closer they seemed to multiply and spread, and they were just beautiful against the stark, brown, flat landscape.  

Not the best picture, but hey, we were driving!  Please note the bug splatters on Old Gal's windshield!  Gritty realism...

 We stayed at a campground that was more like a glorified parking lot near Elk City, and the rest of the night was unremarkable except for the fact that there we saw some men in a restaurant with cowboy hats on!   For this Jersey girl, it was kinda cool; a real indication of how far we were from home.  

The next day we went through the panhandle of Texas.  It was filled with ranches and cattle and open land and those windmills you see in old movies. 

The highlight of our day was our lunch at The Big Texan - Home of the 72 oz. Steak, near Amarillo!  We had seen this place on the Travel Channel but had no idea where it was in Texas, and never expected to be there.  But how can you not stop when it's the only thing for miles and they advertise it every tenth of a mile from 50 miles out???!?   Plus, depressing as they can be, you know how much I love a good tourist trap!  And this was The Best !!!  They had a fantastic Route 66 tchochke collection in the enormous gift shop, plus steer heads and cattle horns, and a lot of Native American items similar to what we'd seen before like dream catchers & woven baskets.  Some even made in China!

 The restaurant was as big as a barn and two floors high.  Heads of every animal imaginable were mounted to the walls around the entire perimeter of the room.  It was so stereotypically "Texas" it was a little silly, but the steaks were not.  They were seriously juicy, seared to perfection and delicious. 

my normal-sized steak!

They are semi-famous for their 72 oz. steak contest.  If you can eat an entire 4 lb. 8 oz. steak with all the sides (baked potato and 2 fried shrimp) in an hour or less, you get it for free.   As if this weren't enough, if you do decide to take part in this meat-fest, you have to do so sitting at this table you see here with a spotlight and a big timer.  No thanks, and Yuck!!!  My arteries hurt just thinking about it!

We goofed around and took some silly pics for a bit, and then got back on the road.

Jimmy in the giant rocking chair

They have big boots

Jimmy is such a good sport!

I'm not sure if  Amarillo is that windy all the time, but it was intense and non-stop the whole time we were there.  I was glad to move on.  We had another 2 hours or so to get through Texas.  The wind made it difficult to keep the car in my lane and the flat brown landscape was dull and featureless, when suddenly the land got a little grassier and then it opened up on either side of the highway into small gorges as if we were on top of a mesa when before it was nothing but flat.  It was a welcome change and so beautiful!   Gradually the land became hilly, until finally we made it to NEW MEXICO!!!!  It took us 7 days and a few setbacks, but we made it!!!

However, all was not well with Old Gal.  The hills were a problem, and she was going slower and slower on every incline.  There was nothing but open scrub land on either side of the highway,  and Jimmy was getting worried that she was going to break down altogether at any moment.  We got off at the first stop, where the lone gas station was closed.  We continued on but now the adrenaline was coursing through my body, not knowing how far the next exit was and if anyone there would be able to look at our RV.  


Relief came another 10 minutes down the road, where Exit 2 had an establishment called "Terry's Truck Service".   What dumb luck!   Old Gal sputtered into the lot, and they were able to take her into the garage and get started even though it was about 4:30 pm.  We pulled out our portable chairs, and sat in the parking lot with Freddie for the next 5 hours.  At 9:30 the mechanic told Jimmy he thought the problem was fixed and the two of them went for a test drive.  A half hour later they returned.   Jimmy said they barely made it back.  It wasn't fixed.  


Old Gal wouldn't be fixed for another FOUR days. 

Those next 4 days were the longest month of my life...

Westward Ho!

Ah, Columbus, Ohio.  Nice.  Kinda pretty.  Wish I could say more about it, but we didn't get to do much exploring while Old Gal was being fixed.  We might have been able to, except for one thing:  Freddie.  

 That's her in the front seat!  She was almost 13 years old when we started this trip, and I was a little worried about her.   Every time we stopped, we had to think first about what would be best for her.  We didn't keep her in the RV for very long without us (and when there was a cross breeze, she was quite comfy sitting up front in one of the captain's chairs, as you can see)!  At the truck stop, we sat with her on a leash in one of the few shady spots or walked around and made sure she had plenty of water.  So when Old Gal had to be fixed, we made a nice space for Freddie behind the driver's seat of the car.  But it's a little hard to "sight see" when the car is stuffed to the gills and there are kayaks on top.  One stop short and Freddie could be flattened!  

Instead, we found a place to park under a tree and waited for them to fix our house-on-wheels.  And waited.  And waited.  I read, did crossword puzzles, checked out all the new Chevys in the dealership out front, walked Freddie 4 times, and tried to nap.  We sat there for 7 hours!  It was so tough to be patient.  This was supposed to be the adventure of a lifetime!  We should be doing something fun!  But making sure sweet Freddie was well taken care of was more important than anything else. 

A few hundred dollars later, we got back on the road and zipped down Interstate 70 through the rest of Ohio and Indiana.

We stopped for the night in Terra Haute, just on the border of Illinois, boondocking in a Wal-Mart parking lot.   Another night with no water hookup or electricity, and we were dirty, hot, and tired.  This feeling began to gnaw at me in the pit of my stomach.  What the heck did we do?  Is this one huge mistake?  What are we going to?  Albuquerque is some place on a map, in the middle of a rectangular state that I've never been to, and we are headed there why?  I couldn't remember.  

I should mention that Thursday morning I got a call from one of the districts where I was substitute teaching in PA.  It seems they wanted me to interview for an elementary teaching position!  The woman on the phone wanted to know if I'd be available the next day.  I told her I was currently in Ohio, on my way to relocating to New Mexico, so no, I wouldn't be available for an interview anytime soon.   Sometimes you just have to laugh and keep going!  What is there to say about that???

We pushed on through Illinois and into Missouri.  I saw the Gateway Arch in St. Louis from the highway, and Jimmy took a picture when traffic had stopped on the bridge over the Mississippi.

That's our tour of St. Louis!   Wish we could have stayed longer and looked around, checked it out, but that's what traveling with a 23 year old RV, a full car with kayaks on top, and a dog is like!!

Missouri was beautiful!  What an unexpected surprise!  There were really pretty mountains and everything was very green.  It was 95 degrees and oppressively humid.  From I-70 we got onto I-44 and went southwest to Carthage, MO.   We splurged and stayed in an RV park for the night.  Electricity!  AC!  Water!  Cable TV!  Showers!!!  For those of you keeping track, we hadn't showered in a few days, since Ohio.  Yuck!  

This meant showering for the first time in Old Gal.  J had used the shower when he first got her, but I had been dreading it.  It's this tiny little space - maybe 2ft by 3 ft.  There is just enough room to get the job done.  Plus, you have to take a "Navy Shower".  This is where you only use water to get wet and to wash off.  I had scrubbed the shower top to bottom before we left so I knew it was clean, but it still seemed icky.  Not so!  It was great!   Nice and cozy, and you don't get cold easily because it's a small space!   Why would you waste the water by keeping it on the whole time?  This process of moving and changing our lives continues to show me how things I thought I needed turned out to be unimportant in the end.  We had each other, Freddie, a shower, and a comfy bed.  What more do you need?  For the first time since our trip began, I felt completely relaxed, grateful, and excited.

In 2011, I Resolve To Continue Writing My Blog...

Hi all!  
It's been a looooooooong time since I've written anything, I know!  Many people have been asking me to keep writing, but for a long time I just couldn't do it.  First, because it was hard being in a new place, and we were spending all of our time trying to find work and having no luck.  I wasn't inspired to write about how scary things were becoming for us!  Then I actually got a job, and had to devote all of my time to it, and writing seemed like something I could skip in favor of a little more sleep or a little bit of fun.  

However, now that I am relaxing / convalescing after the hardest 5 months of teaching I've ever had, I think I'm ready to continue writing about our experiences.  **SPOILER ALERT**  For those of you who just want to cut to the chase, we made it here safely, I got a job, and we're surviving. For those of you who want to hear the story, read on!

Isn't she a beauty???!!!?

So...where were we?  Oh, right!  It's Tuesday, June 1st.  We were boondocking in Akron, Ohio.  Boondocking, for those uninitiated to the world of RVing, is when you basically just pull off the road and stay somewhere overnight.  You don't hook up to anything like electric or water, and most times, it's free!  There are also very few places where you can do it.  Camping World and Wal-Mart are two places that will let you park overnight in their lots.  So we parked in the Akron Camping World parking lot, and settled in for the night.  The only problem was that no electricity also meant no AC, which meant sleeping with the 2 tiny little back windows open and praying for a breeze.  We were trying to be as careful with money as possible, so we planned to boondock a lot during our trip.   I'm sure it's great in the spring and fall, but in summer, not so much!  


Feeling grumpy the next morning from lack of sleep, I settled into the difficult job of resting under a tree with Freddie (our pooch) while J worked on the RV.  It was having some charging problems and the batteries were getting low, and he wanted to see if he could get it running better before we took off and possibly broke down on the highway.  He worked on it for a good two hours, but still wasn't happy with it.  Time was passing and we were still only in Akron!  

J decided to keep going and get some more miles under our belts.  We got about a half hour down the road when J told me over our walkie talkies that we had to get off the road again.  I  felt panic rise in my throat.  We were still only 5 hours away from home!!  He said we needed to find someplace to plug in to charge the batteries.  We then spent a good bit of time trying to figure out where we were and if there were any campgrounds nearby.  We had hit a rural area!  We looked in our trusty Woodall's Camping Guide and found a place about 5 miles away.  J was really afraid that Old Gal would get stuck on one of the small country roads we had to travel to get there, but she made it just fine! 


The campground was quiet and serene.  I could see a pretty lake down the hill, gorgeous willow trees and oaks and many RVs in evenly spaced rows.   My first RV camp ever!  They had a pool, and I was dying to get into my suit and dive in.    But before I could do that, we needed to find our site, hook up the water, electricity, and the poo tank (more about that later!)!    As we were setting up outside, we heard a strange 'clop clop' noise coming down the road, but the foliage was so dense we couldn't see what it was until it went past us.  An Amish man driving a buggy!  It was an unexpected & cool sight that made me smile at the end of an otherwise frustrating day.   


We left early the next morning, ready to get back on the road.  We got about 20 minutes away from the campground when J pulled into a Flying J Truck Stop.  Apparently, even though we plugged in the night before, the electrical system still wasn't charged, and J decided it was time to call a professional.  This is where having an iPhone or other smart phone comes in handy!  We called around and found a Chevy dealership in Columbus, about a half hour away.  They said they could take us first thing the next morning.  J didn't want to run Old Gal anymore that day, so we couldn't go back to the campsite, which meant we spent  a whole day at the truck stop. 

For those of you who've never spent much time at a truck stop, I can tell you they're quite  interesting!  We perused the extensive Country Market, sat in the trucker's lounge and watched an uncomfortable 15 minutes of something on TV, then did a little laundry just for kicks.  The best part was at sunset when we walked over to the "pickle park" - the giant parking lot for the tractor trailers.  J used to drive a truck for awhile way back when, so be brought me over there to watch the semi drivers back expertly into spots with only 5 or so feet between them and the trailers on either side.    Pretty cool!  But did you know that in summer, every tractor trailer that stops off for the night will keep his or her engine running all night so they can run their AC?  We watched for about 15 minutes when I noticed that all the trucks were running, not just the ones coming in and out.  No wonder we use most of the world's fuel!  Do you know how many trucks there are on the roads at any given time???  I have to say, though, that we met quite a few truckers on our trip, and they were some of the nicest people we've ever met.  They work long, hard hours and they spend a lot of time alone, so they're a friendly bunch in general.  Finally, the smell of diesel was becoming overpowering and we went back to the front parking lot and sweet Old Gal, where we sweated through another night of boondocking. 

Back to Writing! To The Journey...

Hello!  I'm back!  Well, I was always here and giving friends little updates on Facebook, but I have not been able to bring myself to continue writing here until now.  All I can say to sum up the last 2 months is:

Whew!  What a long strange trip it's been!!!


For those of you who don't know (are there any of you?) we made it to Albuquerque!  We're here and living in our RV and ... well, let me start from where I left off...


So - it's Monday, May 31st, Memorial Day.  Jimmy & I had spent the entire holiday weekend filling bags of garbage, carting usable things to the Salvation Army, and packing the car and the RV.  It was meltingly hot and oppressively humid, and we talked little and stayed focused on getting done.  We both had this sense of being "late" for our departure - we had been ready to leave for so long in our minds, but the task of emptying the house was bigger than we could ever have imagined (and this from a girl who's moved a gazillion times!)  We were feeling dispirited and hot and exhausted, and just done, and yet the task was not yet done.  We ended up having to leave more things in the house than we wanted to, but if we waited to leave until we could clear out every last scrap, we'd still be there right now!  We left the few things we thought family members might want or might want to sell in a cluster in the living room, and left.   


At about 5:30 pm, we got everything on the bus, I jammed every last thing I could into the car, and drove away from our little house for the last time.  It might have been sad, but we had done that already so we focused on what exciting and interesting things lay ahead of us.  Freddie, as usual, just took things in stride - she hopped up into the co-pilot's seat in Old Gal and seemed happy to have a full view of the road ahead.  We drove past the beautiful and serene lake that marked the entrance to our little development, and began our epic cross-country journey.

45 minutes later, we arrived at our first stop - Avoca, PA, halfway between Scranton and Wilkes-Barre.  Okay, so it wasn't exactly a long trip, but the important thing was that we had FINALLY left!  I had a gigantic smile on my face the whole trip, and sang with abandon to a favorite CD.   At the Petro truck stop, exhausted from our long day of work and short bit of driving, we wolfed down some dinner and collapsed into bed. 


The morning proved interesting, as I had my first shower in a truck stop!  Jimmy had worked for a short while as a truck driver, so he was familiar with these showers, but I imagined some giant room with a bunch of shower nozzles, and a bunch of sweaty, hairy men all trying hard not to drop their soap! Clearly I've seen too many prison and football movies!  After Jimmy had a good laugh and spent some time assuring me that they were nothing like that, I agreed, mostly because I was so gross and smelly from the day before!  For a small fee, you get a towel and a key to a shower room.  It was pretty wonderful!  A very clean, big room with a nice hot shower, a bench on which to put your things and sit down while you're dressing, and a sink for brushing teeth and such!  We had been gone for less than a day and I had already learned so much!  Ah, travel!  


Our day of driving was relatively uneventful, but it was a nice rest and change of pace from all the work we'd been doing to prepare for our trip!  I'm sure many of you have driven the length of Route 80 across Pennsylvania, so you know that it's really a magnificent road!  It's long - about 310 miles from end to end, but what struck me most about it this time was just how unbelievably GREEN Pennsylvania is.  The most luscious and varied shades of green as far as one could see.  The highway meanders through rolling mountains and valleys.  I was also grateful to see that it has not yet been littered by endless billboards or lined with strip malls.  I followed behind Old Gal, who was journeying at a steady 60 or so miles per hour, and it was a relaxing and slower pace than the rest of the traffic.  Easier to enjoy the scenery!


We got to Ohio, made a left turn at Youngstown, and stopped for the evening in Akron.  We headed for the Camping World there, and camped in their parking lot.  We needed some parts for Old Gal, and had to wait until morning to take care of business.  One full day down, another 4 or so to go!  Unless, of course, we ran into technical difficulties...

Won't Be Long Now...

I just want you to know that we left!  We drove out of our front yard the other day and Old Gal was great!  Her springs were squeaking and there was some moaning and groaning going on, but she was awesome!   The engine sounds strong and her brakes are tight, and it was so cool to finally get her rolling!  


Then we drove around the block and came back, but our maiden voyage was a great success!

The fact that we haven't left yet must be pretty annoying to some of you who just want to hear about how the trip went!  Well believe me, it's annoying to me too, because I am tired of going through my things and packing, packing, packing!  A number of friends have called or emailed asking, "So where are you right now?  Are you on the road?  I hope you guys are ok!"   I feel bad when I have to burst their bubble and tell them we're still here.  I am very concerned about money and finding work as soon as possible, but we need to do this right, and rushing will not help.  Add to that the fact that we are both physically and emotionally exhausted, and wrapping everything up here has been more of a challenge than we could have anticipated.  


But we're getting there! 


Packing an RV with all of your belongings isn't like packing a moving van.  There are nooks and crannies in an RV, and in order to find a place for your things, you need to use as many of those as possible.  This means looking at a space, estimating its size relative to the things you have, and then actually putting things in there.  The first thing you try doesn't fit and then you panic about where you're going to put that thing while you find another thing to fill the space.  Then you find something else in the house that you need to bring and you realize that this thing will go better in that space than the other thing, and you keep putting things and taking them out and arranging until hopefully everything fits just so.   There are overhead bins throughout the RV, and those are relatively easy to fill.  I made sure that things we use regularly would go in the most accessible bins.  Music and DVD's?  All taken out of their cases and put in albums, which are stashed above the couch in the 'living room'.  No problem!  But there are also two smallish nooks under the couch that are only accessible by pulling the front off of it.  You really have to get down on your stomach to access that space, but I have put at least 20 books in there.  Nice!  In the 'kitchen' there is a lot of room under the bench seats at the table, but there's a water heater taking up part of the space on one side, and the benches have an aluminum frame that makes it hard to slide things in.  If it won't fit in between the frame rungs, it doesn't go there!  We also have space underneath the bed frame in the back (which J ingeniously built in 4 pieces that all come out).  It's a pain to wrangle the mattress out of the way to put stuff back there, so we have to put things there that we don't need to access very often, like winter clothes and photo albums!  She's getting pretty full, and we have to be concerned with weight - Old Gal won't get to New Mexico if we make her too heavy!  I'm almost done with the packing, and it can't be finished soon enough for me!  


We have to take some "after" pictures today, but very soon I will post before/after pics so you can get an idea of where we're living and how far we've come in making Old Gal a home!  It's pretty cool!  


We drove down to Wilkes-Barre yesterday to an RV parts store.  J. needed a new voltage regulator, which we think is what's causing the fridge and the electrical to go crazy.  He'll put that in today, and hopefully it'll take care of a lot of the problems we've been having.  I get to do all the packing because J has to take care of all the really important stuff!  I love our division of labor...
I fold towels and figure out where to put the Q-tips, and all J has to do is make the 3,000 parts of this rig run!  Nice!


We're planning our route, and for those of you interested in the journey, here is our approximate route:  we are going to Ohio via route 80, then making a left in Youngstown and heading southwest.  We'll be traveling on route 71 to route 70 and then route 44 to route 40 (old route 66) until we pull in to ABQ.  Along the way we will be going through Akron, Columbus, Indianapolis, St. Louis, Tulsa, Oklahoma City, Amarillo, and then New Mexico.  Not the most exciting places in the country, perhaps, but I've never been to MO, OK, or TX (or NM!) so it should still be interesting!  We are going to stop in St. Louis and visit the Gateway Arch, and then maybe find the world's largest ball of string or something along the way!  


It's a bit of a bummer that I am going to be driving our car separately and following J in Old Gal, because we had hoped to be together on the journey.  But towing the car just wasn't feasible, financially or practically, so we'll make the best of it! 


My birthday is Saturday and J was hoping to have me in ABQ by that day, but I think we might not make it.  Just a hunch I have.  We're anticipating that it will take 4 or 5 days for the whole trip so we'll be on the road that day, but we'll celebrate when we get there!  


It should only be another day or two, tops, until we leave!   I think we should leave tomorrow, because we would be leaving on the 3rd anniversary of the day we met, May 26th, 2007.  That would be cool and meaningful in some sort of way, right? 

If we're going to do that, I'd better be off to cram some more stuff into those nooks and crannies!