San Antonio to Tucson

Well, the RV part arrived. I installed it in a matter of minutes and off we went. Unfortunately, this departure was later in the day and we had no delusions of making a great deal of mileage before our evening stop but we were eager to move it on down the road. Our GPS routed us out of the city and on to I-10 toward El Paso. This transit was of several hours duration and as we approached El Paso our GPS rerouted us off I-10 north onto I-25. 

Kathy was unhappy with this, as she studied the Atlas it was obvious that this was a detour which would take us a good way off our route. We were supposed to be traveling west, not north. According to the GPS, I-10 was closed. I hate when I must choose between Wanda (our nickname for our onboard navigation system) and Kathy. Either way I usually end up in trouble. Since I was already headed up route 25 North, out of the city, I elected to continue. It was scenic, and we eventually made it back to our previous route, but outside the affected area of El Paso and I-10, but we never discovered the reason for the detour.

Shortly thereafter we arrived in Lordsburg, New Mexico. By this time, it was time we were ready to stop for the night at the KOA campground. We set up camp, walked around for a bit, met and chatted with other guests before deciding that we were hungry. 

The Kranberry’s Café was within walking distance of the park, and upon the recommendation of some snowbirds with whom we had talked earlier, we headed that way. As it turned out it was a good choice. It was nothing fancy, but very tasty. Our server was a hoot with a sense of humor. She called me “blue eyes.” For desert Kathy and I split a piece of fresh strawberry pie. A bad choice for me as it drove my glucose reading through the roof, but it returned to normal in a reasonable time.

Our waitress provided us something else, other than our meal, a great travel tip. She suggested we take route 80 south from Lordsburg to see Bisbee and Tombstone, both in Arizona, which we did th next morning. Bisbee was quaint, and we browsed through the shops and lunched at the local coffee shop. 

Then, it was on to Tombstone which is a classic tourist trap. Perhaps some of the buildings are genuine, and some historical accounts accurate, but for the most part it was a convenient way to kill a few hours before heading on to Tucson.

Our home in Tucson is the Rincon West RV Park. It is huge with over 1100 sites. Our adjoining campsites are occupied by friendly folk and Rosie, Kathy’s lifetime girlfriend, was happy to see us. We visited until 10 pm but it seemed so much later. Perhaps this is because of the three-hour time difference between the East and here. My body was feeling midnight. At any rate, I was ready for my bed.

From Baton Rouge to San Antonio

Friday and Saturday drives were a bit rough. The weather front that passed through brought high winds and driving was a challenge. The buffeting and crosswinds required constant attention on my part making me wonder why I ever downsized from my Class A diesel pusher. At earliest opportunity I will seek a suspension upgrade to deal with this issue. I have learned through experience that investing in your equipment to make life easier on the road is a good thing to do.

By the time we reached Iowa, LA I had enough of driving in these conditions for the day so we stopped at a little park just off the interstate. The Cypress Bend RV Park was no luxury stop but it was clean and convenient. It was here that I really flubbed it (making a newby mistake) doing something I really should have known better than to do, being an “seasoned” RV’r. As I started to pump out my grey water I blew out my macerator drain hose. Yes, I forgot to uncap the hose at the sewer access drain. Stupid me! Now I am in San Antonio waiting for Amazon Prime to deliver a replacement hose.

We arrived here Saturday afternoon after another day of buffeting winds, off and on rain, and terrible traffic backups in I-10 where the interstate was closed, for some unknown reason, requiring all traffic to exit the highway onto local side roads. Traffic was not pretty. This has happened twice on this trip so far. In Baton Rouge on I-12 and San Antonio on I-10. Combined we lost several hours just putt-putting in stop and go, bumper to bumper traffic. Oh well, you take the bad with the good in any endeavor.

Sunday, we boarded the VIA bus from the San Antonio/Alamo KOA to downtown and River Walk. We enjoyed Tex-Mex lunch at The Republic of Texas and the walked the area exploring (the word for getting lost in a strange area). In our exploring we discovered the Briscoe Museum. This place was full of Western Art, sculpture and memorabilia including Santa Anna's sword.

Monday, finds us relaxing at the RV park waiting for my part for the repair. When it arrives, depending on the time of day, we’ll decide on whether to leave for Tucson today or wait until the morning.

On the Road

Well, we did get off on the 3^rd of April but not until late in the day. Not a surprise. Loading the coach is always a challenge. Recently we downsized to 24-foot travel van. Theoretically, shrinking the task by about 20 feet should simplify and shorten the process of loading but the theory didn’t hold. NOW, we must be extremely selective in what we choose to take with us, whereas with the former Class A we could carry anything including the kitchen sink. 

Apart from the selection, finding a location to store things is daunting. The manufacturer of our Leisure Unity was creative in little storage nooks scattered about the coach; however, the operative word is “little”. Golf clubs – nope. Anything superfluous – nope. We have become proponents of minimalism, of necessity. The last few items were just scattered around our space with the hopes of finding convenient storage as we travel and adjust to our new surroundings.

Tuesday, having departed the house about 4:30 pm, we only drove about three hours. We camped overnight in a somewhat primitive campground, dirt site but with full hookups, in High Springs, FL. We arose to a misty day and drove most of Wednesday in off and on rain and drizzle. 

Late in the day, having driven through the obvious cold front, we stopped for the night in Robertsdale, AL near Mobile at the Azalea Acres RV Park. It was a great Good Sam park, very neat with concrete pads, good amenities, and very friendly staff. Thursday morning, we discovered the Derailed Diner at the intersection getting back on I-10 West. It is an eclectic truck stop with lots of charm and very mediocre food. It was an interesting way to begin our day.

Thursday, was an adventure day. The allure of the sign on I-10 saying “Take the Scenic Route 90” was more than we could resist. Scenic encompassed 26 miles of beach with a score of casinos, multi colored umbrellas, and a multitude of stoplights. However, the highlight was the Home and Presidential Library of Jefferson Davis, who was president of the Confederate States of America. We enjoyed several hours immersed in history as we toured the grounds, home and Museum & Library. The home was lovingly restored after the ravages of Hurricane Katrina and there is a large modern facility housing the Souvenir Shop, Museum, and Library. 

This building represents a huge investment and I was curious how this much money was raised for such a cause. I’m not sure, but the plaque commemorating construction had the Masonic Square & Compass emblem in it’s center. Apparently, like Washington and many of our founding fathers, Davis was a Mason. In my mind, question answered.

This Friday morning as I write this from Denham Springs, LA we are looking forward to a visit with Anthony Reale and family. He works nights in Baton Rouge but lives in Lafayette, so we will probably meet them for lunch somewhere near either of the two. 

The Baton Rouge KOA is a welcoming park, again with very friendly staff, near shopping and restaurants. Last evening, to stretch our legs, we took a walk to a Bass Pro Shops nearby. It was huge and had a restaurant inside where we ate our supper. Of course, we had fish to eat.

I need to break camp, as checkout time is approaching, and I have chores to accomplish. I’ll keep in touch as the we make our way West. 

Signing off.    

   

The Adventure Begins in Earnest

At this very moment it is still dark and very early in the morning. I cannot sleep. Too much is on my mind as the Great RV Adventure begins in earnest today. Last night I sat in my recliner with my laptop on my lap, trying to complete several tasks and tie up some loose ends. I awakened to discover it was 2:30 a.m. My fatigue was such that I could not manage even that.

The past two weeks have been a jumble of events related to our departure this day April 3rd, 2018. Some are directly related in preparation and some are domestic – projects around the house that have been in various stages of completion. We had a deck built on the back of the house overlooking the lake. It must be stained before the sun dries it to kindling. The shower needs caulking work done. 

The Blinds and Shades people installed a nice Sunsetter awning over the new deck. Of course, it is a power retractable awning and it arrived from the manufacturer with a nonfunctioning motor. New motor ordered and still not replaced. Our pergola, which blew down in Hurricane Irma, was due to be replaced. The replacement is lying in my yard, killing my grass because it has been there for a week. That install was begun but stalled due to the wrong materials being ordered for the project. I called and told the contractor to come haul it away because we ARE leaving and will not wait for its completion.

Yes, I know this all sounds somewhat inconsequential but when you are leaving on your Big Bucket List Trip, the one you have been waiting on all your life, your house must be in order before you leave. We are fortunate in many respects, but one aspect is special, this summer we will leave our house occupied. Good friends are building a new home on the property adjoining ours and they need a place to stay while it is constructed – voila, instant house sitters. At least we don’t have to shut the house down. I did call DirecTV to suspend service for the summer, as our house guests are not interested in that much TV, which was a project of about an hour on the phone. But other than that, the house stays the same.

The last development I’ll mention is one that has required some angst and soul-searching; which concerns Mitzi and Fiona. It has been our plan to travel with the dogs from the very first moment of planning, but some thoughts have disturbed the planning process. I WANT to spend a night or two on the Queen Mary. Yes, you can still sleep aboard that great ocean liner. It is docked in Long Beach, CA and is a hotel. To do this with the dogs is problematic. We would first have to locate a dog boarder nearby, and then determine if said boarder was trustworthy.

 The same problem exists if we are to incorporate an Alaska cruise and land tour when we reach Seattle, WA. Alaska, an adventure in itself, will require at least two to three weeks to accomplish our sightseeing goals for that state. Where do you find a dog boarder in Seattle for that length of time, and what would that cost? 

Well, program change! We are leaving the dogs in Florida. Through our vet we learned of a nice young man who boards a few dogs in his home in a very personal way. They will be pampered. Not only so, our vet (who just happens to be our house guest for the summer) will pick them up from time to time and bring them home to visit. 

This way, finding home still the same, right down to their kennel which they love, and their fenced back yard where they terrorize the chameleons  and geckos to their heart's content, will put their little doggie minds at ease that they are still loved and have not been abandoned. This development is huge as it does simplify many concerns during our trip, but the dogs will be missed. Kathy and I will probably blubber a little today as we leave without them, but we are looking forward to our adventure being dog-less for a short while.

California, here we come

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Angst and the Hurry-ups

It doesn’t seem possible but there is less than a month before we head out on our great bucket-list adventure to California and the Northwest. We have so very much to do before we can depart our Florida abode. Packing our 24’ Travel Van is the least of our worries. Closing up the house for the summer is an arduous venture with a to-do list of a host of items as draining the hot tub and unplugging the electronics. Essential, as well, is battening down to hatches, so to speak, to minimize damage due to any tropical storms or hurricanes which might occur during our absence. This past summer we would have sustained much more damage than we did if it were not for the intervention of dear friends who watch the place for us. When we are absent for lengthy stretches of time, it is essential to have house-sitters that are conscientious and close at hand. We are very lucky in this regard.

This year we are experiencing something that we designed into our home when built, guests. You know the ones to whom I refer. THE ones that want to escape the frigid North for sunny Florida. It’s funny, while this was always our intention, there has never been a great influx of such traffic – much to our chagrin. Wouldn’t you know it; this year we’re covered up, AND we love it, but it is presenting a challenge as we juggle competing priorities. It even might work out that we have some extra hands in loading up. Nice thought!

As yet, we haven’t devoted much time to our itinerary, and absolutely zero time on a schedule or timetable. At this point we should be much farther along on a list of destinations but all we have is a myriad of wishes formed from the substance of our dreams.

At the top of my list are Yosemite and Sequoia. Ansel Adams black & white landscapes haunt my dreams as I lay in my bed at night. El Capitan and the Falls at Yosemite especially are highlighted in these nocturnal visions. The trees of Sequoia are so fanciful as to defy the realms of all that is possible in flora. When a ultrawide lens fails to capture one tree from sod to sky, my reason is stretched beyond anything I have encountered on terra firma.

 San Diego and San Francisco come to mind, as well as my zany idea to venture to Long Beach to spend a night on the Queen Mary. The big ship idea is the product of a documentary I saw on NatGeo and a story elicited from my Stone Mountain Cousin Tug Tuggle about his passage on this elegant ship as it made its last journey from the UK to New York. Tug even thinks he might be able to remember his stateroom number. We think it’s a nostalgic notion to attempt to book the same cabin for a night or two. Of course, many of our ideas will present challenges – especially ones like the Queen Mary because of two things. Locating parking for the motorhome might be a challenge and we must figure out what to do about our two pooches traveling with us.

Also, an item that is a top feature on this adventure is the Pacific Coast Highway. We have seen too many beautiful photos taken on this route – in California, Oregon and Washington. If cameras can itch, mine is already itching at the prospect of capturing spectacular images that will make me look like I might know what I am doing.