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Time has Flown

Somehow between departing the Harvest Host, DelMonico Winery, and arriving in Covesville I stopped writing and haven’t noticed until now. The next stop was courtesy Boon Dockers Welcome, a site that puts together people willing to host an RV and RVers for a free night. Generally these are in someone’s driveway, although we have stayed in a farm yard as well. This one has to be unique. The Wythe Race Track is a half mile dirt track in the town of Rural Retreat Virginia. As with so much of the country, dirt track racing is closed for the pandemic. This left a large grand stand parking lot unused. We pulled up along the pit row fence and leveled and put out the slides, HOME for the night. Jim, the host never did appear, not that I really expected him. We had dinner, read and slept and had breakfast and reversed the process to get underway to one last stop in Malena and Dan’s yard. 

The last two miles were the most challenging of the trip as always since we had to drive up the mountain dirt road to their driveway which is more of a challenge being steeper and narrower. It took us only 4 back and forth ks to get the coach up onto the pad where we plan to stay for an indeterminate period of time. We are getting better at this – better be after 20 years, It was sad not to be greeted by Amber who has been gone for several years, but for so many years she barked us up the driveway. 

We have settled in. They bought a nice table and chairs which is setup in the driveway just outside our door so we can eat together when we get the timing right. Our greatest risk is the grandson’s 21 and 18 who come and go with friends. They keep their distance and we share virtual hugs. Sunday night was Alex’ 21 birthday and  Malena’s  mother drove in Potomac  for dinner. 

Dessert was a special treat with a story. Four weeks ago Malena posted a picture of a sour cherry pie (cherries from their tree) with ice cream on it on Face Book. People were commenting about how beautiful it was and they should hold a piece as they were on their way. I posted “That sound you hear is a big diesel engine starting up.” From those words came the decision to start that engine and head east, an idea that had been percolating in my brain without my voicing it for over a week. Dan said when I called to discuss it that we should arrive for Alex’ birthday and I scoffed at the idea for about an hour while I worked out the logistics. 

And the sour cherry pie with ice cream was definitely worth the drive.

Along the Way East

Uneventful continues. We got to Tom Sawyer RV Park right on the Mississippi River on Saturday. We had been moving every day since leaving Redlands. Four days without a break is rare for us but none of the places we stopped were conducive to staying one more minute than necessary to get on with it. Tom Sawyer was more than conducive. We had no sooner put the level jacks down than we looked at each other and said “ONE MORE DAY” Called the office and they said we would have to move to a new section they had just reopened to stay another night. Oh well! we retracted the jacks and moved to a new site. It was a bit awkward as it was set up for a trailer with a  rear window. We chose to pull in with our windshield facing the river which meant pulling our utility connectors under the coach. Done! 

I would estimate we were no more than 50 or 60 feet from the river. The sound of the tugboats pushing large strings of barges against the current was powerful. We hardly heard it at night as we slept. It was great to have a day with nothing on our agenda other than a weekly zoom gathering with family. Delicious down time.

Today we headed for  Harvest host winery Del Monaco in Baxter Tennessee. Met some newby RVers in the parking lot and went on in to try the wine. Bought some whites and a pseudo Port. The reds were not up to what we are carrying with us. 

Tomorrow is a 4 hour run to a Boondockers Welcome location in Rural Retreat Virginia. This maybe be the only type of venue that does not require a 14 day quarantine stop. It is a half mile dirt track which has plenty of parking and at present no racing. After that we have less than 4 hours to family! 

Next post should be from our pad in Covesville VA on the Dan and Malena family micro farm.

Cross Country Day 3

Totally uneventful since we left for service at Redlands Truck and RV.  GeeWhiz was in the shop for 4 hours. We could have rolled Monday afternoon but elected to relax and depart on Tuesday. So far we have been staying in campgrounds using  Passport America or GoodSam discounts. haven’t paid more than $24 for full hookup pull through sites. tonight is $14, listen to the sound of I 40  and the trains. 

The big excitement is I have been using my new TSD Card to buy diesel and so far have saved over $100 dollars off the pump price. for over 150 gallons of diesel.  It is a great deal as long as it lasts. It is only good for diesel at the truck islands. If you don’t have a big honkin’ diesel pusher or tow vehicle just skip on buy. 

Tonight we are outside Amarillo TX at a place called AOK a KOA it would never be mistaken for even though it has the A frame office building (shuttered).  Tomorrow we will pass Oklahoma City. Hope to be at our family by the middle of next week, unless we decide to slow down.

Zoom, Zoom, Zoom

And we keep rethinking and changing our minds. Actually there has been little else to do besides listen to reasoned and not so reasoned discussions about how to loosen the restrictions, when to loosen them which ones to loosen. Most of this in Zoom meetings followed up by endless discussions on Facebook. 

In the midst of this our daughter-in-law in Virginia posted a picture of a wonderful desert she had made and the description of the meal she had prepared caused me to post “That sound you hear is a large diesel engine warming up” the response from our son was “your site on our driveway is open” Pause for two days to let it sink in. 

Our next dinner conversation was “should we or shouldn’t we.? Can we or can’t we”? We thought about it and decided maybe by mid summer we could drive across the country to a safe haven in Virginia. Next call was to Dan to see if he really meant it and when would be a good time.  Two hours later he called back to remind us that their eldest was celebrating his 21st birthday on May 31. My first reaction was “no way” replaced by “why not.” 

Initial plans are in place to leave Jojoba Hills on May 10 to get the coach serviced then drive across I 40 or some semblance thereof.  I have begun looking into places to stay every 300 to 400 miles along the route and it seems really doable. So set in jello is our plan to leave Jojoba Hills on May 10 to set up camp at Redlands Truck and RV Service so they can begin work at 7 AM on Monday. We should be able to get on the road by Tuesday.

We are not taking this lightly. We do understand we will be passing though areas that are having a bad time with the virus and places that don’t want to see “tourists” because their resources are strained. We plan to avoid being tourists and places like Gallup NM where they are closing local roads to prevent tourism are definitely off the list for a stop. The Interstate does pass through, we do not plan to exit. 

We will maintain separation even with family to prevent the virus from impacting any of us, to the extent possible. 

I worry what the country will look like a year from now.  Will all our communication rely on Zoom or what ever comes next that is better, slicker, easier to use? Will we be able to hug our friends in greeting? Has the handshake already become history? Will travel return to being routine? We have lots of credits for air travel and tours, how will we get to redeem them? There are so many places we still want to see and a few we would like to visit again. For now the big travel adventure is driving across the country on an Interstate. A crossing we have made most years since 2002.

I expect the next post will be “From the Road”

Groundhog Day

Someday I’ll have to watch that movie, or maybe I have. Lots of people are referring to it these days on Facebook and in blogs. The main things that differ are who we Zoom with and for how long.

However, yesterday Carol asked me to get out the “Winter Bin”. Deep in the bowls of the coach basement it is a bin designated to hold winter clothes when summer approaches. It is that time to move the heavy stuff into longer term storage than the closet. Diligently I opened the basement and rolled the sliding tray with the bins on it out to the driver side (ds) so I could extract the bin while risking severe injury from the bottom of the slideout above should I raise my head a moment too soon. It really hurts and I have the scars! This time in several trips under there I managed to keep my head down, especially when Carol had her hand on it pushing down.

Simple task completed in less time than it took to write a bout it. While the baggage slide was fully extended to the ds I walked around to the ps and noted that the floor exposed by the tray’s position was filthy. I have noted this in the past and ignored it as I had other things to do. It flashed though what is left of my intellect that I did not have “other things to do.” I got the shopvac and somehow the morning passed with me cleverly vacuuming the entire baggage area which included removing everything we have stored under there. Unfortunately my determination to “get the job done” lapsed and everything that came out went back in. Stuff that we have carted around since our first shopping trip for the coach in 2001 and never used is still safely stowed away in its usual places. 

But you never know. In 2001 I bought a set of safety triangles instead of flares. They have been stored near the door of a bin waiting for an emergency for 19 years and last Fall as we were returning from Rochester to the West Coast we had the breakdown and I used the safety triangles! They do have a purpose. The handle with 250 feet of kite line on it is another story. Haven’t flown a kite in many years and all the ones we carried are destroyed, but you never know, I might have the urge to go fly a kite any day now.

I have read that people are having many more dreams they remember and they are more HD than in the past. Count me in to that group. I will not recount what I can remember because it seems too weird and at the same time too boring to recount for others, but boy at 3 and 5 AM I think I am awake until the dream or some variant  resumes.  

I have no idea what I might write about next, any more than I knew where this was going when I started. Couldn’t even think of a catchy title.

so it goes

There are very few high points that mark the passing days. Unless you call a Zoom gathering a high point or the rare trip into town for supplies that are urgent. We have put gas in the Jeep twice since March 18, and only  a half tank each time. 

Each evening we check the calendar for the next day to see if we must get up at some time. Carol gets up most mornings at 6:15 to work out in the living room. Monday, Wednesday and Friday I must be at my computer with at least a shirt on to host an hour long gathering of the tech gang the the tech wanna be’s called JCATS at 8 AM. Mostly the trouble phone has no calls and we share stories of things that have broken in the past. We also are working on replacing an existing PBX phone system that was installed when the park was built in 1990. It was bought used! It’s amazing how few phone systems are built that aren’t cloud based. Cloud based comes with a monthly subscription and a special phone that costs a lot more than the $10 Princess type phone from WalMart.  Somehow I ended up a Chairman and my CoChairman just got appointed to the Board so I may need to replace him. There are only 4 of us on the committee.

In my last post one of the failures was the water heater. It resumed working just fine after having a 12 hour hissy fit. I did nothing to fix it, just opened the cabinet and looked around seeing nothing amiss on the surface. It has been working just fine ever since. Its replacement is sitting on the deck waiting for the mobile tech to come to swap it out. I keep saying “It Works” Carol keeps saying “Until it decides not to” This has gone on intermittently for 7 years (It was trouble free the first year). 

We had a Sedar, just the two of us and our three guests from the bedroom. By the window are Owl and Fox and diving into the Sedar Plate is Olm. Its a shy creature from a cave in Slovenia. Carol took this picture which is why she isn’t in it and I am. I could show you my version but it isn’t anywhere near as good.

Dose anyone need some Kosher for Passover Matzah? In the scheme of things we had to by 2.5 times our need. The cost to ship 2 boxes was more than the cost of 5. It’s gone now. 

Daily life is filled with small pleasant surprises. Each day some baked goody appears on our doorstep and on many others as well. All the bakers need to bake and then take part of what they baked to others. The trick is to deliver without being spotted. Not easy since we are all in our RVs most of the day and there are plenty of windows. Carol has been caught a couple of times

A brisk walk with mask on never goes for more than few minutes without stopping to chat with someone at a greater than 6 foot distance rehearsing what we have done today and what we think we might do after the walk. It does beat beating our heads against the all to close, at times, wall of the coach or whiling away hours on facebook or reading the NYTimes. 

“so it goes”

ps we do Zoom and will be happy to meet with anyone at most any time, 

Perils of Paul Continued

Haven’t posted one of these in a while. You would think that sitting still for week after week there would be nothing to go wrong, go wrong, go wrong!

Earlier this week Carol’s computer (new in November)  started having problems with using the power button to bring it up after a night’s sleep.  Then the WiFi device went away. Did all the usual hoops including reboot and uninstall reinstall the device, no go. Even spent time with Dan finishing some more esoteric diagnostics. There was no WiFi device to be found. Found a JCAT with an adapter from ethernet to usb and got her online.  Called Lenovo got a ticket number. They are backed up two weeks! Very next morning after the usual struggles to start the computer it came back on WITH wifi! Go figure. Will probably send it in for repair anyhow, it is under warranty. I have set it to NEVER turn off and it seems perfectly happy.

Went out to our shed and found the power was out. Did the usual, reset the breaker, no help. Decided to wait for a warmer, drier day to work on it. That was today. I tore into the box with the switch and the outlet and puzzled and puzzled. My meter showed power to ground, but nothing to the negative. Finally I noticed that the outlet I was holding in my hand was a GFCI and it was tripped. Reset it and put everything back together feeling just a bit dumb. There is now a great big label above the box “GFCI ” maybe I will remember the next time.

As we prepared dinner last night there was no hot water flowing from the water heater! It had been a bit erratic recently so this was not a total surprise. But it was particularly unpleasant as it was Friday night, of course. We went into “camping mode” and prepared to do without hot water until at least Monday. This morning while washing up I ran the hot water more as a joke than an expectation. And there was hot water. Maybe the fact that the rain has stopped and the humidity is returning to normal made a difference. I have no clue and no expectations other than we will now replace the water heater after 8 years of intermittent problems.

A final minor kerfuffle involved Zoom. I have a licensed account. I noticed when Carol installed her free account the application was a newer version than mine. When I tried to update I got a message “Auto Update Blocked, Call your IT Admin” I tried calling myself, then I called Dan, again, and we spent an inordinate amount of time trying to fix it. Even tried reinstalling it which did nothing. Eventually out of lack of anything better to do I, uninstalled the application and rebooted the computer. Then I went through a new install which brought me to the current version with all the new security “stuff”.

That was one week of stuff during which the temperature never rose above 60 and the rains were almost continuous and we were content to being Safe in our coach in our wonderful SKP Resort where the virus has not yet intruded.  At least I didn’t have a lot of time to develop cabin fever.

A Strange and Painful Week

A week ago I moderated my first Zoom meeting. Today I am beginning to  feel like a pro – actually I paid for a Pro account to accommodate longer meetings. We like to talk when we get together and 40 minutes isn’t very long either  for family or JCATs. 

Early in the week we learned that our sister-in-law Natalie Rudin had a very serious stroke, at 85 this is not to be taken lightly. By Thursday she was in hospice in NJ and no way for anyone except her son to even see her. We gathered the family from coast to coast and NJ to FL on Zoom and spent time getting reacquainted and starting to share memories of Natalie. Friday afternoon we received word she had died. Shabbat precluded immediate sharing, we have received word the funeral will be Sunday and will be live streamed in some manner. Shiva, the 7 days of mourning in Jewish ritual,  will be on Zoom. It enables us all to be “present” and saves a lot of air travel. Would rather get on the plane, but . . .

Also during this week we learned that Carol’s dearest friend from before Kindergarten – even before me – is in hospice after a long time of in and out of hospital care and weeks of no news. 

Pile this all on top of quarantine and necessary supply trips and it has been an exhausting week. A week like we have never seen, a week of watching stock market gyrations that are making me sea sick and I don’t get sea sick on the ocean. Sometimes, unintentionally I hear the orange head proclaim something clearly contrary to fact and wonder how our nation will pull through both medically and economically. Many governors seem to be actually responding to facts and scientific reason rather than emotion and bias. That may well be the source of our recovery leadership. 

Carol and I feel safe and secure. We are still under quarantine from our return from Panama, only yesterday was our scheduled return. We made a trip into town on Thursday to get hearing aids for Carol and pick up some last minute necessities – Yellow Dot Irish Whiskey is clearly a necessity isn’t it. We also bought supplies for a neighbor. We have daily offers to run errands and help us with things we cannot do in quarantine. As soon as we hear of someone having a need it seems a member will supply the need, even to an internet router replacement.  

I attended two events in Rochester. On Monday I attended a meeting of the Rochester Jewish Community Board of Directors by Zoom like all the other members. Yesterday afternoon we attended Shabbat services at Temple B’rith Kodesh in Rochester, it was a bit early, but we needed the break and the sanity and even more it brought us back to the community where we have spent most of our lives. We do miss it, but not quite enough to give up our current lifestyle and venture back into winter.

Living the Remote Life

I have time on my hands and very little really happening. I have the computer on my lap and feel the urge to communicate. We are travelers, no surprise to most of you. We live for the next trip/adventure. There has been something planned for the not to distant future since we got our first motorhome and foreign travel has been an annual, at least, experience since I retired/sold my practice in 2012. 

There is a flight booked to Charlottesville for April 6, somehow I don’t have great expectations that we will be going. I just checked and Delta is expecting us . We had planned to drive to Alaska leaving Jojoba Hills on April 26 , that also seems unlikely since the border with Canada is closed to all traffic other than necessary commercial traffic. We talked about booking a trip to Sicily in the Fall, unlikely. I am feeling a bit stranded. Even a trip into town for medical or supplies requires intense thought and planning to get the most out of the time with the least contact with other people.  No surprise, supplies for staying safe are not readily available. Forget toilet paper and hand cleaner. Facial tissue is almost unavailable as well – I saw a box of 75 sheets for over $10 on Amazon, price gouging much? This was an outside seller delivering through Amazon. 

My expectation is we will be here through the summer. As we adjust to the new way of living, it will get easier for us. I am grateful we are retired and not dependent on work to keep food on the table and rent paid. Too many people are without work and without income. We are concerned about our staff, most of whom are laid off as “non essential”. We are paying our monthly maintenance fee based on paying their salaries, shouldn’t we just keep paying them? That may be an existential question to put to the board. Glad I am not on the board now.  

Tech is king now. We Zoom to get together and to have working meetings.  Even our Happy Hours include gathering around the computer screen with Zoom with drink in hand. We have apps for the stores where we will shop so we can preorder and have the order waiting at the pickup location for us. We email, text, message and write blogs to stay in touch. We even make phone calls! I know there are many other social apps people are using, but it’s enough to keep track of the ones I mentioned.

What am I doing? Washing my hands, watching PBS News Hour, watching movies and series, reading books and writing here and on a variety of forums and FB groups that I participate in. If you want to talk, send a zoom link, send a text or just call me at 585-721-2355. Do remember I am in California so 10 AM on the East Coast is 7 AM by me and I might be a bit out of sorts 🙂

 

 

In Quarantine!

We are living in our 300 square feet of motorhome. Somehow it feels bigger than the hotel rooms we were in. The outdoors is visible no matter where we face and we can walk out if we choose, so long as we keep our distance from others. Our 2 week quarantine is not much different from those around us who are living under the Stay Safer limits everyone in California faces. 

We went shopping on Wednesday morning before settling in. We found most of what we were looking for, even some paper goods. Then yesterday I got online and ordered almost everything else we needed. Even bought two 30 gallon propane tanks so we can return to using propane to heat. It’s a price thing! 

This morning I attended my first Zoom JCATS meeting. I expect we will gather at the usual time 3 times a week to discuss technical matters in the park and how to keep people’s television, internet and phones functioning without being able to go into their rigs at all. It could get interesting. 

I spoke to my Uncle Josh, in his 90’s in a new home. He seems to be getting on well. Followed up with a Zoom call later. Getting very tech these days. 

I just received the propane tanks, labeled them and took them up to the refill station. For my next venture out of doors I plan to take a walk avoiding getting within 6 feet of anybody. Then later today we may have a Zoom Happy Hour. I’m waiting for Carol to try  working with Zoom.  

Reality check, we are very social people and miss the company of others. Even when we are no longer quarantined we will still need to practice social distancing. It is really hard to converse with a group who are all so separated. I guess we will have to learn a new way of living. 

Pessimist here! I think that many of the changes we are making are long term if not permanent. I cannot imagine  a time when we will be able to get to Rochester or Charlottesville. Vaccine is a long way off and even treatment is strictly supportive care to relieve symptoms so far. This virus will not magically disappear. It is doing just fine in Panama where daytime temperatures are in the 90’s and it cools off to high 70’s, so the arrival of warm weather here will not stop it. Not to contradict the president of course.  Once it has run its course, many people will have acquired immunity, maybe, but the surviving elderly who successfully avoided it will not benefit from that supposed immunity.  We will remain vulnerable to grandkids and passing strangers. 

I need my mask and gloves, long term.