North By Northwest Vs K2

Guess who picked which movie?

Have you seen both?

In my opinion, NBNW was hands down so much better than K2 plus watching it while eating pizza and drinking a glass of wine didn’t hurt. I expected Randy to be asleep within the first 30 minutes as well. This movie has suspense, action, romance… and plenty of confusing elements (like HOW can Roger O. Thornhill wear the same exact suit and tie in every scene…except the end…and also have a never ending pocket of cash?). Some scenes were shot in broad daylight noon’ish then the same scene (different point of view) shot nearer to the evening. I liked catching these things…without taking my mind off of the actual mystery that was unfolding!

The story was very interesting, the actors were all beautiful (even bad guys), the green screen work was HARDLY noticeable and the period of time (the 50’s) was before I was alive making it even more intriguing. I’ve never been to New York and some of the scenes were shot right in the middle of iconic locations. If you rent this movie be sure to listen to the commentary by Ernest Lehman as he takes you through the scenes. It’s actually very entertaining and as though he is sitting right there with you.

Randy did NOT fall asleep, I did! It was the wine!!! Not the movie!!

TIME FOR BED

We had the ENTIRE Lake George Campground to ourselves last night…and a bear.

FINALLY we had a bear visit us. I assume it is because there were no campers with all of their goodies to choose from. From the first day here Randy has repeated that we are safe from bears BECAUSE OF KONA AND ZOEY – they would alert us (at least) and scare the bear away.

I argued this point after reading BEAR AWARE plus knowing of all of the guests that had bear visits despite having dogs.

Technically he (Randy) had to eat a little crow when he discovered the mangled mess and evidence of a bear visiting WHILE THE DOGS SNOOZED.

We said GOODBYE to my favorite giant thermal zippable grocery bag. It held all off my reusable grocery bags (Kristi, need you to go to Hawaii asap for a new bag!) but no food at all. Just the essence of what had been inside all of those bags.

For the first time we had coyotes screaming in the Day-Use parking lot at 2:00am. Piper was up and active on that one standing at the window (ON RANDY) growling. She really believes she is something fierce, all 8 lbs of her.

Then there was some sort of “hum” like a car engine running for hours off and on. I felt like I was being deprogrammed and tortured at the same time. I woke Randy up (not knowing he’d been waking up over and over) to ask him if he heard that low droning sound. No. He turned and began snoring within 5 minutes. I decided that was better than the humming.

And we made a HUGE mistake switching sides of the bed so Randy could be closer to the window for fresh air.

THE FIRST PHOTO IS NOT MINE, IT IS FROM A GUEST NAMED LARRY “THE BEAR GUY”. He has been visiting Lake George for decades and has become a go-to guy for anything “bear” related. The SECOND photo shows the aftermath of a bear visit and I did take this photo. The guests DID NOT HEAR A THING.

THE LAST NIGHT, FOR REAL

Tonight is our LAST NIGHT at Lake George. We, again, will be the only inhabitants of the campground.

Randy spent today scrubbing and cleaning and preparing the outside of the The Lorax and I’m inside making sure every surface is dusted, vacuumed and ready to roll. Nothing like sparkling your house with your own hands (something I enjoy).

We plan to burn the remaining fire wood and I’m cooking a chili feast, cornbread included.

We have a bottle of wine ready, 1000 Tales. It was the most expensive bottle of wine we have purchased in over 3 months. I hope it tastes good!

First thing in the morning we close our slide-out, hook up the truck and trailer then do THREE walk-around laps to make sure we didn’t forget anything…and we’re off to June Lake. Not sure about the hours yet but we do have a Full Hook Up place to live just above the actual June Lake. Yesterday we took a few bulky items to our site and realized how HOT it was compared to Lake George. The view of this lake is right out our dining window and the emerald green and deep blue hues were exploding. We have ONE tree to work with for shade. Our fire pit is 4x as large (so I think Randy will be having some giant bonfire levels evenings).

IT WAS AMAZING

We did not expect much on this journey. I think that is why everything that happens can be looked at in a positive way.

Having the pets has put limitations on our adventures but that is really the only downside. Seeing the dogs bouncing around excited about everything makes it all OK.

I began writing Chapter 4 of my book – but it is sincerely impossible with any sort of job responsibilities (plus we lived in the middle of a lot of activity which was very distracting).

Our new digs and work camping gig is much different. We believe we will be needed to work double the hours.

If you are stuck in a rut of life please realize you don’t have to sit there stewing in it. Make a zig or a zag out of it! You can count on yourself to make sure you will be OK.

Look into work/camping! Www.workamper.com (if you sign up be sure you mention this number 215013 so we get 2 months added to ours) or just google “Camp Hosting”. There is also a forum we bumped into a year ago called “Make Money And RV” on facebook.

Even if you just did something like this for a short amount of time I think you would LOVE it.

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Wasting No Time: Got My First Memorable Insult

Home! This is absolutely become my home. I love it.
Too bad there are people wandering this earth that feel they are above other people for whatever reason.

  • They’re wealthier
  • They’re more educated
  • They’ve traveled more
  • They’re on vacation and you are working
  • Who they know
  • What type of car they are driving
  • How old they are
  • What type of handbag they carry
  • Where they live
  • Their RV size
  • Their lack of impact on the environment
  • They’re age
  • They are retired

The list goes on…these are some of the ones that have surfaced in my recent life.

I’ll share two of the most recent ones…maybe they’ll teach something.

Me: “Excuse me Sir. Can I get you to put your truck in the parking place marked for your site?”

Old Man, craning his head out of his trailer door making quite a production of this question… planning his reply. 

He had filled his parking place (which came with his extremely inexpensive site price) with a BBQ, table and lawn chairs instead of his truck. He had his truck parked in a spot AND he had his awning extended making it impossible to park a car. BASICALLY he had 4 parking places taken up and I’m gonna take a stab at the fact that he was one of those people that “ask for forgiveness, not for permission.”

Just as a note: each camp site has a giant space with an enormous picnic table, loads of space for lawn chairs). Also, you get 1 parking place per site. If you haul a trailer you get 2. One for the trailer and one for the truck. That comes along with your camp price. Oh, by the way, if you are a Senior and have a Golden Pass you only pay $12 per night to occupy all of this! It’s such a great deal. The price right now is $10 for a Lifetime Pass. I have been told that goes to $80 in October I think.  

Old Man: “Sorry, is something wrong?”

Me: “Ya, I just need you to occupy two spaces and it looks like you have your stuff in one space, your truck in one and your trailer too.” (I did not mention the OBVIOUS extension of the awning).  

Old Man: “Well do you have someone that needs a parking place?”

Me: “No, I just need to keep folks in the spots they pay for.”

Old Man, descending his trailer like Shrek bothered by Donkey, followed by his 3 year old grandson.

Grandson: (inaudible question and I caught a few words that sounded like “why did I have a trash bag in my hand and what am I looking for?”)

Me to little cute kid: “I’m picking up the little bits of trash I can see.”

Old Man: “So this is what you do now?”

Me: “Yes. I am a Camp Host here. I love it.”

Old Man to his grandson: “See this is what you can do if you don’t go to school.”

Me: staring at him stunned…I say nothing.

Old Man to his grandson: “If you don’t go to school this is what you’ll do, Timmy.”

Me: “OK well let us know if you need anything. I hope you have a great day.”

I thought about that conversation a lot as I walked back to our beautiful home nestled in the middle of giant trees, sun was setting and our pets waited happily for dinner to be served (ALWAYS grateful for everything). I thought about the lack of stress being up here has brought us. The people we have met have been so nice and even better: EXCITED to have found Lake George and a place to spend the night.  

Later on the same day I was preparing dinner for Randy and I.

That guy’s comments were intended to make me feel bad and he did get that result. I had to remind myself of the things I am loving so much about this and also that I’m not complying to the egos of other people.

Don’t do anything to satisfy somebody else’s ego!  

I saw Old Man approaching our site and gulped then got real busy in the kitchen out of sight.

Randy was helping a few new arrivals get settled and Old Man waited off to the side sort of behind a tree. I thought he left so I went out to help a family that had been waiting to check in. As my foot hit the bottom step I saw him there…shit. Couldn’t turn around now.

He waited until I finished helping that family (and I dragged it out as long as I could hoping he’d give up and go away…but he didn’t).

Me to Old Man, “Hi there again. Can I help you with something?”

Old Man: “Yes I just wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. It didn’t sound right.”

Me: “OK thanks. I appreciate that.”

Old Man: “Yeah, I just didn’t find the right words. I was just trying to prove a point to my grandson.”

Me: “Uh, ok?”

He walked away satisfied at his courage to apologize and my acceptance.  

I don’t think it dawned on him that he stuck the OTHER foot into his mouth.

Look: we all make blunders and can (and probably do) offend each other on a regular basis.

I believe this has EVERYTHING to do with the fact that we are all completely (as in 100%) different in every way. No two people could possibly be the same which means no two people could understand what the other feels or thinks.

My solution to this is to try my best to just be positive and see the positive in every situation, no matter how ugly it gets.  
This has become easier living up here at 9,000 feet. Maybe it is the lack of oxygen?


LESSON
:
Don’t judge people. Try living without needing to have your ego massaged. Try to just be nice and kind because that’s how you would want to be treated.

OH: and for CHRISSAKE don’t freaking pee on the public toilet seats and not clean it up!

Zoey is now more mobile than ever! We got this brand new cart thing at the local thrift store for $30!

The Blaire Witch Project Workout

Somehow I agreed to get up at 5:45am on Sunday to do a new workout Randy has been stewing over for about a week. I admit I don’t actually absorb everything he tells me and when he is excited the sentences seem to break and a new thought begins right I almost actually begin listening and understanding. Chances are this is a normal thing between spouses.
Most of you know that Randy is built for adventure. He can do almost every sport VERY WELL. I say almost every sport because I spanked him at air hockey and lawn bowling. He won’t technically “cheat” but he does know and use every rule to the very last edge always staying honest.
This desire to be active is built in his DNA and if it weren’t for him I know FOR SURE I would not get out and moving on this planet at the pace we are currently at.
So, last night as I sipped my greyhound using the last of the vodka I stared at the fire and my mind was on the bear (or bears) that were circling all of our campsites.
He yammered on about this and that, mostly concerned with getting his fish perfectly cooked with fresh herbs, spices and vegetables. Seems Craig in Site 13 “The Rock” has a few expert tricks up his sleeve and he brought a huge fish over that had to be prepared FAST.

My coach stuck around until I made it up the hill. Like I’d cheat a rep or something!?!

The sun was setting, the skies were pink and the trees darkened against it. It is seriously peaceful about 5:00pm here until 7:00am (that’s when the parking lot of the Day Use starts to fill up with fishermen (and women and kids). ALSO there are the guys and gals here for rock climbing – a TON of them. Like it or not, each of these groups have a personality that I’m observing and (in most cases) doing my best to avoid.  
Back to the workout at 6:00am…on Sunday…
It wasn’t officially called The Blaire Witch Project but after the first lap I decided that is what worked best.
We are at the top of a long road up. At the bottom is an intersection to take you to Lake Mary. The workout was a TRX circuit that Randy said would be a lot of “upper body”.  
NOTE: TRX is not the easiest to set up on a mountain side, by a lake or in a forest in general for much other than “upper body” really. We tried to do abdominal and it nearly cost us a rotator cuff and new front teeth. 


The Lap was half a mile. 45% of it is uphill, the remaining 35% is an extreme uphill to the TRX tree. There isn’t a path when we climb the mountain and it is early which is perfect to run into a bear (or four) or an early riser serial killer.
Your mind sure does funny things when you are alone and watched too many scary movies as a teenager. For my own protection I kept my eyes darting everywhere in front, beside and behind me. I felt something there: Chupacabra, lurker, clowns, bears, mountain lions, Freddie Kruger…it kept me motivated to go, go go.

One Lap then 60 rows. Push-Ups at the top of the mountain.
One Lap then 24 tricep curls. Last set was super tough after the push-ups. Push-Ups at the top of the mountain.
I meekly tried running up on my third lap. I was alone (I hoped) with 300 trees, 16 boulders, 10 fallen trees, 50 tiny ground squirrels and 1,000,000,000,000,000 mosquitos.
One Lap, Push-Ups at the bottom of the mountain then up to the TRX for 24 curls (3 sets of 8…AND IT WAS FREAKING HARD).
One Lap, get the Push-Ups over with and last hike up to as many Flys as my arms would allow.


For the record I held between a 160 and 181 bmp for each ascent. Thanks mosquitos and fear!
We wrapped up the last circuit at the TRX and it was there I noticed the heart of stones. Well, it was a circle that I turned into a more defined heart. This is for you Meg and Bob.


BONUS!
One of our campers just happens to be a White Bull Trail Racer! The Monnet family is visiting and upon registration and the usual jaw-jacking we engage in we discovered Ted and his brother ran our races and then became inspired to keep running trail races! That was a special thing to hear.
Ted dropped by before lunch and asked us if we wanted to borrow his stand-up paddle boards. UH YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!
So, to finish being “active” for today I spent an hour paddle boarding across Lake George.
Courage, a bright (neon) blue fish about 10 inches long swimming beneath me and the gorgeous surroundings made a peaceful finish to a harrowing and crazy start my Husband Unit created for us.
Just wondering, does this blog make my butt look big?
PS I have discovered the Lynne’s Garden of Eat’n has one of the most delicious black bean burgers I’ve EVER had.  ALSO, as a bonus my photos and blog are uploading 2x faster than the library and the Black Velvet Coffee place.  Now I have an entire menu of food for “dining out” when the time comes.  YAY!!

My burger:

Oh this sweet potato black bean burger is a vegan dream!

Shitter’s Broken

Randy “under the hood”.

Living at Stayton Acres has been a dream for us. Not only have I learned how to wash a horse, we have had a slow and much needed education in RV life and how things can go wrong.
After a very rocky start to our “RV Career” we grew to expect that we would be fixing problems every single trip and that pushed us to plan ahead on our time and finances. It has been TRUE. Something has gone awry every single trip! Now we anticipate it and it isn’t painful or frustrating.

This is our 5th day here in Santa Rosa California.  

It’s a farm along with a citrus and avocado grove. Missy asked us today, “Have you gone out to pick your breakfast yet?” It’s nuts and awesome and we are so grateful. Last night I felt like we were in a dream.

A little hiccup happened on Day 2.  

We are hooked up (dry camping) to power and water. We have access to a full bathroom and shower just a few yards away.

 Shower’s in the Lorax are completely cool but full blast plumbing and long hair are just dreamy.

The water hose is hooked up well. We turned off the pump because it isn’t needed. We discovered today that our pump regulator plug is defective. 

At 3:45am (we wake up early enough to get the pets all handled and have some coffee) Randy walked into our 2 x 2 foot restroom only to find it had flooded!

“Shit! I think Zoey peed in the bathroom!”

This woke me up to “Paying Attention” sleepy level. “Do you need me to help you?”

“No, just tell me where the junk towels are.”

“The top linen closet, on the right side at the bottom of the stack of towels.” We saved ONE large junk towel to wash the dogs with and donated the other twenty we had collected over the decade at Monticello House.  

I hear rummaging around and held my breath to listen for the sound of the towel being pulled out. It never came.

“Do you mind if I use the white towel? Can’t find the junk towel.”

SIDEBAR: Over the last decade we have had a bit of a crisis with me caring too much about what a towel is used for. I do not dig cross contaminated towels. The face towels must not EVER be used for bodies and never EVER use a cleaning rag to wash dishes. If I find you used my dish drying towel for anything OTHER THAN drying a clean freshly washed dish I will lose my mind. I just cannot get full buy off by my husband to stop doing it. When I am drying a dish and a brown hair appears I now show him immediately. It’s useless though.

“Go ahead” I say and wait for him to ask me to help do something to remedy the situation.

He doesn’t so I snuggle deeper into my covers and pillow.  

10 minutes later (and I am supposed to be up by now but I’m not) he tells me the pump is leaking, again.

This is the second time it has happened and we have to figure it out.

He turns off the pump, the water is swabbed up and he turns off the water at the main house then takes off to camp. I stay home to write (which was the plan) and now keep an eye on the water situation. That was 4:40am.

At 8:30am he returns with a plan to drive to Conejo RV and talk to Mike.    

Mike is, by far, one of the greatest RV repair men ever. His advice is direct and there is a line out the door of people getting his help, repairs and/or modifications to their rigs.  

Shurflo gave us excellent service.
After a quick breakfast and attempts to contact CoachNet, the manufacturer of the Water Pump as well as Forest River (our RV manufacturer) he sets off into town.

Not even an hour later he returns with the conclusion that our pump is defective!

We have two options: tow it to Upland to the RV Spa where we purchased it to have it serviced or buy a pump for about $150 and replace it.  

Our experience at The RV Spa was not that great and we’re pretty darn sure they could care less that we’re having any difficulties. For the record: I would not recommend a new RV’er use them for ANYTHING. They are all about getting the rig off the lot and you assuming the responsibilities. No friendly check up, no inquiring about how things are going…NOTHING. They also try to sell you things you really, honestly, sincerely do not need (like warranties). We got a different shower head and toilet based off of their scare tactics. We did NOT buy their warranty after taking the time to fully read every single word out loud to each other.

He chose to buy a new pump and replace it. It was critical that he record how to take it apart and put it back together and he set the space up fully to work.  

The pump manufacturer was awesome too. They are sending us a brand new pump, no charge!

We’ll post the video of the process just in case you happen to need help on this topic.

So, the shitter technically wasn’t broken directly and everything is going to be OK.

We are SO thankful to be at Stayton Acres and learning a lot about how to survive in this beautiful bread box we call HOME now.