Thursday, August 13, 2026

Goodbye, Summer: Goodbye, Little Clayton…:(

August 17th, 2026….


Our summer in the north is coming to a close: by any measure, we are always happy to land at a new spot, even knowing it’ll be of relatively short duration. 


This season was the highlight of our summer stays, so far. We have learned so much about the state of Idaho, its beauty, and our new gig!


We love all the places we’ve been: Yuma, AZ, for the winter (no snow!), good access to inexpensive dental work, in Los Algodones, the city of Yuma, itself, for its friendliness, excellent Mexican food, and easy access to services. We generally arrive there in November, when the high temps aren't much over 90F (32C), and stay there till April, when temps climb back into the 100s (>38C)! On balance, it's nice, because it rarely drops to less than 45F (7C), and it doesn't snow!


Renee. In a lake. In March!

Staghorn cholla cactus, common around the Southwest


Last winter, it was a revelation to us to be able to sit outside in January, at night, enjoy the wonderful seeing (‘Seeing” is a term for good celestial observing, due to Imperial Dam LTVA’s relatively dark skies), with only a light jacket, my usual Crocs and shorts, roasting marshmallows over our fire.


Evenings at the LTVA, Orion on the rise!


We can easily pop up to Tucson, to visit my brother and sister-in-law, and take in its vibrant fall/winter scene. But…it gets too hot to stay there for the summer, so we commence our travels northwards, to cooler climes. 

This summer was a new adventure for us: camp hosting. For those unaware of what that is, here's a short primer.


https://www.thervgeeks.com/campground-host/


State parks, some Federal parks, and private campgrounds rely on semi-volunteer help, during their seasons. Most, compensation is by getting a FHU (full hook-up, where you get water, electricity, and sewer), but some also offer a stipend. For those amenities, you often work 15-25 hours a week, doing things such as helping check in visitors, do light maintenance and janitorial work, and maybe some mechanical repair.


The rest of the time, you’re free to go wander, see the sights, or just read a book, so we began searching around for a gig that paid the stipend: reason being, the sudden and nasty rise in the price of fuel. When we began this adventure, we budgeted for $3-$5 per gallon fuel costs (diesel, in our case): you might have noticed that diesel, earlier this year, and in California, prices were $8+ per gallon!


To that end, we found a camp hosting gig up in central Idaho, where it rarely snows past July (it snowed ON the 4th of July!), rarely gets above 90F, drops to a sleep-comfy 50F, at night, and has REALLY dark skies!


We arrived in late May, and we leave here around August 17th. The people of the surrounding small communities—Clayton, Sawmill Station, Stanley, Challis, for those who wish to look on a map—have been warm, friendly, gracious, and welcoming, as you might expect in most small American communities. Stanley—for those familiar with Colorado—has much the same vibe as Boulder, or Telluride.


Before this gig, neither of us had ever visited Idaho, and had little knowledge of the state—speaking for myself, kinda embarrassing, because I take pride in knowing at least a bare modicum of knowledge of the geography of these 50 states—and have been blown away by the beauty, the rivers that flow wide and fast, all summer (NOT a common occurrence in Colorado), and the sheer scope of its vast valleys and mountains.


Some of these photos have been posted before, but if you’ll indulge me...


Abandoned mine at Bayhorse

Idaho 75 north, towards Challis: this was AFTER the July 4th snow!


Hills to our south

Yankee Fork Dredge



Panorama of the Ranch, looking south


Just another beautiful hill  in our backyard


Craggy volcanic mountains, everywhere!


Salmon, Idaho


Just before the wind came up….


Up the road to the Clayon Mill


A field of these gorgeous yellow flowers!


Tailings pile from the moly mine


Highline in Clayton: Renee for scale..:)



However, what made this summer so marvelous, wasn't just the mountains; it wasn't just the salubrious weather, nor was it these gorgeous mountains.

It's the owners of the May Family Ranch, the Washburns; they have been nothing short of the most friendly, supportive young family we've had the good fortune with whom to spend time. Cole is a outdoorsman, of the highest accomplishments, as is his wife, Maddie. Their 4 kids—I call’em ‘the kidlets!—have been delightful and so much fun for Renee to exercise her ‘momma’ chops with!


The Washburn Mob!


They welcomed us into their lives, and onto their ranch, all on the hope we’d be a good fit for camp hosts (after all, was our first camp hosting gig), and I think we passed!

The summer has flown by, with the move-in/move-out day windows—sometimes as few as 3 hours—being a bit hectic, but they patiently guided us along the path of what it is to be good camp hosts. We were given total freedom of the place, and Renee, being the excellent organizer she is, set to helping Maddie with the main house’s three guest beds, some of the most intense work with regards to prep; the bedding all has to be stripped off, washed, dried, then put back on in that 3-hour window.

I set to helping Cole with the mechanical and groundskeeping bits, and keeping the lawns watered and cut. Cole is incredibly busy with his business dealings, plus helping Maddie with the kidlets, so I took it upon myself to do a few things...


Dug out a sign I found in one of the outbuildings, and planted it…


Built these overhead shelves, out of bits and bobs I found lying around...


Straightened out the contents on the shelves above the workbench, and fronted the shelves with anti-fall-off-the-front edges, and made an area for charged batteries…


Built a wood crib, for the propane/wood stove….


Did a general cleanup of the entire shop (Should have taken before photos, but…)…



Straightened out and (semi) arranged the hardware closets...



Built shelves and gathered containers to discriminate and arrange the multitude of fasteners…



Fixed the toy box lid, and made a ranch-appropriate rustic sign…



Dragged this homemade wood splitter, out of a junk pile: Now it gets used ALL the time…



Within the first few days of us arriving, a massive windstorm hit, and nearly blew down this play structure. I installed the angled stay, and reattached it to the ground anchors…



A wee little log cabin, in which kidlets can play: there was no ladder below the cutout, and kids were leaping out of it…😳….ladder built!



Built this stay, to stabilize the frost-proof faucet, to make it easier to attach hoses.

That’s just a few things I accomplished, and in my usual style, didn't think to take photos of any of it till I began writing this!

So…the summer ends, and we begin wending our way back south. A couple of days to get back to Denver, where we’ll stay on our acreage, maybe a week, then start heading for the panhandle of Oklahoma, to “Charlie’s Row!

Leaving this ranch is bittersweet: we will miss the warmth of the people, we will miss the very laid-back nature of the area…we’ll miss having the luxury of a full hook-up! 

Mostly, though, we will miss the Washburns, their generosity, their welcoming us into the fold of their family, their help in guiding us around Idaho, all the kidlets...all of it.

We will return!

But, we’re itching to get back on the road, to see new sights, to continue our nomadic way of life, to see what adventure/challenges lay around the next corner. It is, after all, our mission: To boldly go where this RV has not been before!






 


Friday, August 7, 2026

"But..where do you REALLY live?"

 Dateline: Clayton ID, 1 August 2026


We’re now heading into our 2nd half of our 2nd full year of full-time RVing…and just like Carl and Ellie—actually better, since we’re on the adventure together!—we thought it was a good time to explain...why we keep explaining.


When first we began telling our friends our plan to go full-time (FT) RVing, they kept peppering us with questions, like, “How will you get mail? How will you cook meals (this one puzzled us, till we figured out why it was being asked)? How will you get your medications sent to you (another issue to be addressed, anon!)?," among many other enquiries. 

For some of the questions we had answers: we figured that most folks looked at what we were planning, and thought, “Camping. Tents, cooking over campfires. Pooping in the woods." 

Our fire ring in Oklahoma


Y’know…campfires, out under the stars, roughing it with nothing more than tin foil in which to bake potatoes, and a cast iron pan to cook our collected road kill….:)


We finally grokked what folks were asking, based upon what they believed 'RV camping ‘ to be. They thought we’d have to cook, campfire-style!  Setting up for campfire cooking is not the easiest way to make meals, certainly not every night, plus a number of places where we camped didn't allow open campfires, so that put the kibosh on that. There is also the not-inconsequential cost of firewood, coupled with wind (and ash, and blowing embers).

In fact, we prepare all our own meals, in the RV’s little kitchen. We have a gas stovetop and  teensy oven, a microwave, a convection oven, and most of all the other goodies one uses to fix food.

It’s little, but, there’s only two of us!

We have yet to cook over a campfire…toast marshmallows, maybe roast some weenies, but that’s it!


So, thats where we live…in a simple small efficiency apartment, that just happens to be towable!


The old saying, 'Home is where the heart is,’ has never been so evident, so real, and never so enjoyable. I think we all know that saying, but this nomadic way of life has driven it sharply home…So to speak!


Heres a few places we’ve called home…


The apartment on wheels, backed by the mountains of Clayton!

Folks know where to find us..



On a trip up to Mt Borah, tallest point in Idaho

The road less traveled….

Deformed sedimentary layers of Mt. Borah

Part of our “office"

The Boardwalk!


Wildfire smoke….

On our ATV adventure!

An old, mossy tree

“We’re on the top of the world.."

Moss-covered rocks, back of Clayton..

Renee’s ‘fitchin’ pond!

Now…getting mail and meds? *That’s* been a bit more challenging.


First, the mail: Intially, we had a friend in Colorado, to whom we forwarded our mail, and she would sort through it for us, discard the junk, and scan or read us the important things. In antipation of going FTRVing, we had transitioned almost all our important mail transactions to paperless, online formats, but there were a few that would not allow that.

In any case, you can only forward mail up to a year, then the USPS will no longer allow that, plus, we felt we were overly importuning our gracious friend.

We switched to a mail forwarding service: there are a number of them, and the one we chose, for no other reason much beyond their name, “Moosely Mail,” in Pinedale, Wyoming. For a nominal monthly charge, they will discard junk, send you photos of non-junk, and if you request it, they will open and scan the contents, then shred it all.

Second—and this one actually was easier than we anticipated—medications: Due to the interconnectivity of most health care providers, and nationwide chains, like Kroger or Walmart, you can obtain meds at any of their pharmacies.

So, the short answer: we live wherever we land. Kinda Zen-like, but true. We actively choose our ground-of-being, and engage with it. There is little rote about our existence, and we get paid handsomely, by the sights we get to experience, the people we get to meet, and the freedom.

At any moment, we—the editorial we—choose our existence: we’ve just chosen to do so, on the road.

Selfie sticks do come in handy!


A little video of our backcountry ATV trip!

https://youtube.com/shorts/DCsgyBj0P2k?si=L1gsrFELPeGHtr-G

The ATV gets you places like this...


 
…and this...


..And this!


When we began living this way, we were unsure how our ’son’ would adapt…

Unsure as to the proper use of a picnic table..!





How he spends most of the time as we drive..sacked out!



…well, same as always…happy! 

Arlington finds ‘his trucks’ to be safe spaces: he has a bit of separation anxiety, so unless we medicate him, we aren't able to leave him alone in the trailer, for long. However, in his trucks, we can leave him—with the AC on—and then take him along, if  we’re shopping, or going out to dine. He’ll just lie down, and go to sleep. He is also blessed with a bladder that can hold a gallon….!

So that where we live…that’s where we enjoy this blessed retirement…and we wish more of you could join us!

Seeya down the road!








Goodbye, Summer: Goodbye, Little Clayton…:(

August 17th, 2026…. Our summer in the north is coming to a close: by any measure, we are always happy to land at a new spot, even knowing it...