Saturday, August 30, 2025

Traveling Through Carpets of Corn, and Miles of Forests….

 Dateline: 30 July 2025


As we have stated in past posts, one of the main reasons we ventured forth on this, our Great Chain of Discovery, was to see and experience adventures, sights, and places, and to lessen the things we possess in life.


It has been an amazing success!

                                      

Along the road, we've seen some really nice parks, friendly people, and many live up tom the midwest ethos of friendliness and ease of conversation.

As we traveled through Iowa, it occurred to us that yes, it DOES look just like the postcards! Green lush, cornfields for literally hundreds of miles through the gently rolling countryside. Picture book farms, all neat as a pin, then we went to…Indianola.

Oh!

Em!

GEE!!


Of all the towns we’ve driven through, Indianola was truly the MOST beautiful of them all: gorgeously integrated into the rolling landscape, yards perfectly mowed, not a speck of rubbish anywhere. All the homes were in top notch condition, and we saw nary a sign of blight, anywhere.


I had to tell someone, and spotted a volunteer firefighter, standing outside her station: she was much t"ken aback, at first, this total stranger walking up to her, to say, “I LOVE your town!


She warmed to the conversation, and said it was an up and coming area, as people moved out of the bigger cities. sorry to0 say, I took no photos of it, so you’ll just have toilet paper google some!

Dateline: 30 August 2025

We are now on our way back south, as the summer slips into fall, with some colors starting to show in the northern forests. We are at Renee’s family farm, in western Oklahoma, and will be writing about the missing gaps!


These are our next-door neighbors..:)



Till then, happy Labor Day to all!



Saturday, July 26, 2025

What’s Next?

 Dateline: 30 June 2025

Keenesburg, Colorado


Well, our 6 weeks of time here are nearly all gone! We got to see needed doctors, even more needed friends, saw a movie (F1: 99/100 tomatoes), made repairs—see accompanying  video on the blog!—and a host of other fun stuff.


One of those much-needed modifications was this…(Pardon the misspelled word in the title!)



Making more sense of the space….


Thanks to the generosity of our next-door-neighbor, who had an RV pad set up, we didn't have to barge in on our renters. That said, they are a nice couple, with a couple of kids and dogs, who were more than happy to let us stay there. Next Summer, we likely will.


We will still visit, every June(ish) for the same routine, and during Xmas (the ONLY time I wanna see winter, on purpose!)


July 11


We arrived in Omaha—Papillion, to be exact—to stay a few days, visit Renee’s sister and BiL, and to tale in some sights..

One was the Joslyn, a truly amazing art museum, right in downtown Omaha. It was nice to be reminded of when gazillionaires felt a duty to invest in things like this museum…invest they did! Part of that commitment is, it's always free to visit The Joslyn.


A beautiful 2-year restoration and new addition made it even better.



The old…

And the new...

The grandeur…


The whimsical!


Museums are magical places: they are history books, they are time machines, they are castles, full of stories and mysteries ands wonders. I am always moved, I always exit a bit smarter, a bit less parochial for the time invested.

Tips, tricks, and mysteries!

At the nearly 7-month mark, these are just a few of the mysteries: some of these were hard-earned, but most were common sense, or at least what passes for it. 


 In no particular order..

- NEVER leave your RV with the awning deployed: in all but the lightest of winds, it becomes a large sail, not terribly-well fastened to the fragile side panels. Lack of adherence to this simple rule can result in a VERY bad experience.

- When packing up, two sets of eyeballs is always better! Ofttimes, I’ve missed one of the myriad steps  to which an RVer *must* adhere. ALWAYS walk around your rig two more times after you think you’ve gotten all the steps complete, and your partner is an invaluable resource to help.

-  as far as possible, ALWAYS poop in someone else’s toilet. The reasons are likely obvious…😄

- When at a source of water and a dump station, ALWAYS do a massive rinse of the tanks. One might think this step is only for the black tanks, but…you’d be wrong. Gray tanks, left long enough, become, if not black tanks, stinky dark gray tanks.

- It’s really best to not drive more than four, maybe five hours, tops. In our case, we are piloting a 63-foot long, 30,000 pound rig, and it ain't just a leisure drive: it takes full and constant attention to mirrors, gauges, and other activities of towing. 

Passing other vehicles takes special consideration, and there is, quite literally, no room for error. Not to mention, part of why we’re RVing isn't to increase the speed at which we go places: it’s to savor the joy in going slowly, taking time to stop and take photos, to visit those roadside historical markers, to stretch our legs and see this wondrous country, so full of grandeur. Driving ‘blue highways” is also part of the adventure: in a future essay, I’ll address this one in depth.

- Be open to ever-changing weather, and unexpected changes in scheduling.

If you plan ahead—and you must do so—be prepared to make last-minute additions or subtractions to your list.

For example, early on, we wanted to say an extra day at a destination, which was all well and good, BUT, we forgot we had reservations at a RV park down the road, and we couldn't get a refund on our monies. All lost! Which leads me to...

- Do keep a spreadsheet, just for this purpose. It makes it easy to scan your travels days, and spot those places, in your future, where you've made reservations, and, if you extend your stay at any given place, it gives you the room to do so, without having drama.

- HAVE FUN!

A poem by Joe Henry sums it all up, for us..

Eagle Feathers

Bound in Wax

Wont bring us to the Sun.

The dream’s the thing, our Holy Wings

Our journey

Just begun.

Tuesday, June 3, 2025

It's The Almost-Halfway Point!

 Almost, as in 5 months...but I digress...


We arrived back in Denver, the 2nd of June, for what may well turn out to be a semi-Annual visit. We are back to do:

- maintenance/repairs on The Beast, and on Harvey II;

- Do landlord-y things on the rental;

- Doctors' visits.

- visiting friends, and sitting in with the band.


We will continue our journey, right after the 4th of July, to head towards the upper Midwest: stops in Omaha, Milwaukee, over the top of 'da UP,' then down towards Detroit, to visit the Henry Ford Museum/Greenfield Village (both highly recommended!).


We had great, fun two weeks in our Oklahoma tree row, south of Arnett, OK. Renee's granddad began farming there in the late '40s, and the tree row he planted is the one we're making into our mid-continent stopping ground.


We are going to name it, "Charlie's Row."


It's a special treat for Renee,  given her strong and enjoyable childhood memories of spending summers just enjoying hours of time wandering the farm house, the barns, and the animal enclosures. The farm house and outbuildings are no longer there, but there remains enough 'footprint' of them that she can clearly see them in her mind's eye!

We arrived at the farm, the middle of May, and I began building the road into the tree row.  The farm manager had graciously already completed the tasks of clearing out deadfall, moving the electric service and water to the fence just within the tree row, so all I had to do was haul good limestone rock and caliche from his storage pile, a mile down the road.


He graciously made available a truck and a large dump trailer to haul the dirt in and an even BIGGER front loading tractor to load it into the trailer.


I'd then bring it up the road, drive in just a little bit (it's been a wet spring, and the sandy soil was pretty soft, so had to proceed slowly), dump it, drive up through the tree row, turn around, then get into a skid steer to move the dirt around and mash it down,


25 loads of dirt and 4 days later, I had a pretty good road! It was loose and still soft, so needed some precipitation to 'rain the road down.' A day later, we got our wish!


It was a back-and-forth: yes, the rain tamped down the limestone and caliche, but also still puddled in runoff spots, enough to make it such that I got stuck once or twice, needing to be pulled free by one of Eddie's large 4x4 tractors. All par for the course!


After that was complete, we then went and explored: Black Kettle National Grasslands, and the amazing  Metcalfe Museum. 

https://metcalfemuseum.org/


Augusta Metcalfe was a visionary pioneer woman, who was self-taught, and fiercely 'of the land.' We cannot recommend you visit more highly.


We ate dinners at the local watering hole, The Packsaddle, a well-attended restaurant and bar, where Eddie and Susan know EVERYONE!


This will be pretty short, and bereft of photos: I'm going to go back to my preferred Mac, soon, and will be able to populate these missives with more photos.

till next time!


Paul'n Renee



Monday, April 21, 2025

It's All Jenga, Up In Here!

 One of the many challenges we find, living this nomadic life, is...achieving balance. 


Seems apropos for a geologist...


Balance, in how we spend our days: some are spent not 'doing much,' if one defines 'doing much' as useful activities. We define doing much as collecting experiences be they really active...or watching a Starlink chain, glide silently, through the dark skies of night.

       

Not precisely what we saw, but close!


Balance in how far we drive, a rule of thumb being 4 hours per day. 

Balance in how we measure our success, in all things, but to the point of this essay...where to put stuff!

A genuine AI view of our basement...


Driving: Some days, we might drive as few as 2 hours a day, and rarely, we might find ourselves driving 6. it's all about 'reserve,' that illusive day-to-day, changeable target of what we have in our gumption tanks. When driving to our next destination, the two points above are related; the joy is in the journey.


A musical interlude to that point...


https://youtu.be/C9bMqIwemIA


Measuring successes: that's an easy one, at least at first glance. When we began this crazy idea of full-timing the RV life, our main goal, our inviolate North Star, was to get experiences over things.


Experiencing bending over, under a thing...








We--all of us, mostly--live our lives, getting things: houses, cars, sheds full of tools, animals, ya know...things. They are all useful, but are they necessary, to enjoy this journey?


Mostly, no.


What we did: when packing, which was done in a blind rush, just before we took off, was to arrange stuff in the trailer than seemed to make sense, and in the quantities we felt we needed.


well...we were about half correct! Along our last four month's path, we've winnowed down a lot of stuff: WHY did we think we needed three sets of measuring cups? WHY did we bring the keyboard for the Mac computer, a computer which is residing in our storage container, in Denver?


It seemed like a good idea, at the time!


We have arranged...rearranged...moved things around...disassembled closets and cabinets and under-chassis storage, multiple times, not only to make more organizational sense of various areas but to get it all to fit!


We have created a thirty-five foot long 
Jenga puzzle...


Not *exactly* our RV, but you get the idea!


So, onwards, in our adventure: next stop: San Antonio, Texas!





Tuesday, April 8, 2025

Our Journey.....

 March 27th, 2025


It's time.

The temperature is rising. about a week ago, the temps suddenly rose to 100F, and the locals assure us we'll see sustained weeks of 110,  The LTVA (long-term vehicle area) permit ends in about 2 weeks. We are getting itchy to move on! We'll be packing up, and moving down to Imperial Dam, at Senator Wash. It's another BLM LTVA, so our pass will work there, too.

Have we mentioned it's getting hot?

😅😓

We've learned a huge number of things,  at Quartzsite: how to monitor and manage our limited water supply: how to poop other places (to further our limited water supply!); how to cook wonderfully delicious meals in cramped quarters: how we were correct.



Correct? How were we correct?


We had it correct, this way: we love the time we spend together, in our tiny home, we were correct in the assessment we had a strong-enough partnership to survive, surmount, and surpass any challenges (and there are a TON!), we were correct in dumping much of our worldly possessions, and pursue a nomad lifestyle.

Remember us saying, in past updates, that we wanted to collect experiences, and not things?

It's hard to convey the lightness of being this lifestyle presents: day to day, we awake with a sense of "what's next?", unlike the feeling of being rooted in a single place, which is more like, "Yea...what's next is go to work/repair things/go shopping/pay bills/plan on doing things."


Wait..what's that you say? 

"How is anything different than when you were living in Colorado?"

It's different.

Out here, there's the road. Out here, there's a daily tingle, a sparkle that can sometimes be subsumed by the sameness of rooted-in-place living. Certainly, being retired makes a huge difference, but it goes even farther than that.

Out here, there's a type of intentionality that isn't always expressed or available, at a fixed location. we get...comfortable. We get used to the '9 to 5' patterns, to the set of things that, because you're in a set location, become...rote.


It's...  not the same grind, day to day. It's a grind, but a far less-abrasive grind. it's a grind we have fully chosen, a grind that has, as its goal, for us to see things and places we have never seen before. The immediacy of the choices we must make are exhilarating,


Some of those places and things...



An interesting rig!



Us, at Mittry Lake


The rear of the The Beast!

One of the vintage tanks, on display, at Yuma Proving Grounds



My bestest travel companion!

In a fixed location version of home, you have a far narrower 'path' to experiencing those things: weekend getaways, vacations that often are fewer than two weeks, or quick daytrips to nearby places. 

On the road, we get to spend hours arranging those trips, we delight in reading maps and brochures, happily planning those trips. We are continually 'trip tikking' our journey; we aren't just taking two weeks and hurriedly grasping at an adventure: we are intentional in our quest.


The poem by Joe Henry looms large..


Eagle feathers bound in wax

Won't get us to the Sun.

The dream's the thing

Our holy wings

Our journey just begun.


Seeya soon!




Tuesday, March 18, 2025

How We Got Here!

Many of our friends have remarked that they couldn't do this journey, the one of giving up the conveniences of daily life, putting what we needed into a 200 square foot trailer, and packing us and the dog off, to go on this adventure.

At one time...neither could we.

Necessarily, choosing this lifestyle involves many changes and compromises, and we talked endlessly of how we would/could make this transition: you quickly learn how attached you get to things!

We began this idea nearly 9 years ago, with the goalthat we'd at least like to take longer trips when we'd retired, and that was what led to Harvey the First. Followers of the blog have read some of those stories, but they aren't as complete, or as contemporaneous as the story stands, now.

All my life, I've had a love of camping, and did lots of serious backpack trips, around Colorado. After years of that, I tired of sleeping on the ground, so graduated to car/truck camping. When Renee and I first met, we wanted to go do some of that style, but time and life's responsibilities kept pushing that off into the future. We were in agreement that we didn't want to tent camp, and we wanted a more comfortable way of traveling, which led us to our first, "practice RV." We weren't sure of the full-timing bit, so felt a 'toe dip,' in a smaller rig, was warranted.

When we got Harvey the First, ca. 2018, we were thrilled with it, and he became the catalyst of where we are today, After a few trips in H1, we began asking ourselves if we could live in a smaller Class C, with no slideouts, and a very-difficult-to-get-into rear corner bed (the hilarity of clambering out and over the top of your spouse, quickly lost its humor), and so began The Discussion.

Fast forward a bit: in 2021, my father-in-law, Ed, who was always very family-oriented, wanted to take a long journey through the Southwest, with his three daughters, their husbands and perhaps his 2 grandkids.: he had gone blind, and we had 'sprung' him from his elder care digs, where he'd been in forced quarantine for nearly a year, to take him on the journey. Me, being the only member who could drive a big vehicle, was nominated the official pilot! 


Talk about a busman's holiday....!



We rented a 35' Class A (a 'motor coach,' in industry parlance) to do the deed, and embarked upon what we ended up calling, "The Ed-apalooza!" We visited Utah, Arizona, and New Mexico. We travelled to Bryce, to the Grand Canyon, to Mexican Hat, to Santa Fe, all over our American Outback. We drove through Panguich, we stayed at some cool RV parks (full hookups were kind of a must), and had a ball...and I determined I *never* wanted a Class A!

Despite that realization, it was Ed's last big trip, and it was a joyous, raucous time! We saw so may places, helped provide Ed with the joy of being out in the world, with his beloved family, and I loved being a part of it.


An example of a Class A rig

Why not a Class A?

First, they are big: many parks now restrict access to rigs over 40 feet, plus, I can't even change a tire on them. Each wheel/tire assembly is well over 350 pounds, and the days of me hefting such brutes are well in my rearview mirrors. The mechanicals are reminiscent of the warning on old TVs, from then 50s and 60s: 
"This device contains non-user serviceable parts."

For example, if a transmission needs replacing, you're looking at a repair bill of over $20,000 dollars: let's not even talk about engines. Tires are $1000 a pop. Did I mention they are BIG?

We also thought that, in the eventuality of its needing major repair (a 'when,' not 'if), it'd have to be towed--spelled with MANY $$$$--to a facility...where you are now out of a home. Kind of a problem.

Class Cs, most of which are based upon vans like Fords and Chevys, can be had in larger sizes (up to 32 feet) and with slideouts, to maximize their living space, but my objection is they are are powered by gasoline engines, which just aren't as durable and efficient as diesels. Mercedes Sprinters are diesel, but they are massively expensive, and REALLY expensive to repair.


An example of a Class C rig


Again, with them...they break, you're out of a home.

So, Class A/Class B/Cs were out: that leaves trailers.

There are two types, and though they both get towed behind, there're 'tow behinds,' and 5th wheels.


A tow-behind rig


A 5th wheel rig, similar to ours

Tow-behinds are towed on a ball hitch (bumper hitch), and 5th wheels are towed in the same manner as over-the-road semi trucks. I have many tens of thousands of miles towing both, and I much prefer 5th wheels. They tow better, are easier to hook up, and are far easier and more maneuverable when backing.

You can get good deal, in a square foot comparison, in tow-behinds, but they still have the attendant issues I spoke of above. Our 5th wheel was a good bargain, due to a few extenuating circumstances, and that's how we got in Harvey the Second. It isn't too large--35 feet--and was in really good shape. it needed a few bits and bobs, and extensive testing during the fall/winter of 2023, and spring/summer of 2024, got us comfortable that all its mechanical and electrical systems were in good order.


Mostly...more on this, later!

Trailers are much simpler vehicles to service and repair, most of which I am capable of doing: if The Beast needs to get repaired, we're not out of a home.


So, here we are!

Not a current photo of us, but quite correct in the view!


Friday, March 7, 2025

Oh, Let The Rain Come Down!

 March 6, 2025: Day 31: Oh, Let The Rain Come Down!


We are just a bit past the halfway point, of our stay in the Arizona desert. Day by day, we come more to the wonderful realization that we made the right choice, to become full-time nomads.

So far....:)

We are also pragmatic enough to know that every day is a gift, and we've no guarantees that tomorrow will be as blessed as today. We also have come to realize that the things--literally, things--we thought important, are not. We have plenty of room. We have plenty of food. we have...enough. 




One Youtuber we follow has a saying: Experience Over Things. We are taking that to heart and experiencing as much as we can. Know how, when on a road trip, you'll pass historical markers, or roadside attractions, but pass them by, because you're 'on the road'?

We stop, now. We're not in any hurry, because there's more to life than increasing its speed. We smell the roses, we read the signs, we sit out Harvey...and sit.





Today...and last night, we were told this was the first measurable rainfall in Quartzsite in a year! It began late last evening as a soft sprinkle, ramping up into a good rain. It wasn't enough to fill up the myriad washes that surround us, but plenty to puddle the flat areas. It was welcome, after the big, dusty windstorm of yesterday. 

Sadly, there are no ocotillo cacti anywhere near us, to watch their dry, dead-looking sticks turn green, laden with leaves: it's one of the miracles of the desert, and it happens within 36 hours!


So, this is just a snapshot, and bear with me, 'cuz I'm still trying to figure out this blogger: stay tuned, for I may transition to something easier.

Traveling Through Carpets of Corn, and Miles of Forests….

 Dateline: 30 July 2025 As we have stated in past posts, one of the main reasons we ventured forth on this, our Great Chain of Discovery, wa...