Monday morning, blue skies and 70 degrees, perfect weather for the next leg of the journey. First thing is to check my patch on the overflow tank, JB Weld and Duct tape, overnight it has harden just like the package stated. Feeling good, maybe we are catching a bit of good luck, fill the tank and hit the road.
Being the cautious type and not fully trusting my ability to make the repair, DW is so smart have to wonder why she married me, anyways DW suggest that I stop in Winslow to see how the patch was holding. Being the dutifully husband I am I said yes dear though my motto is what you don't know can't hurt you. Normally by now DW would be ready to head to the bed for a short nap well I drove but today she was wide awake waiting to hear how the patch was doing, no way I'm getting of stopping. upon reaching Winslow I found a safe place to stop for the required inspection. Bam, that's the sound of my jaw dropping when what I see is water dripping from the patch.
Now you must always remember I am a man therefore most of the time my decisions are made based on the easiest way out of any situation. My options are tell DW it's leaking and having to find a place to stay in Winslow ( not a fun place to be) and then try to find someone to make the repair and be stuck here for only heavens knows how long, Or I can do the man thing. I got back in the motor home with a smile on my face and immediately told DW it's holding, no leaking we're good to go.
Dw is happy says it's time for a nap and off to the bed she goes.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, that proves that prayers are heard and answered, at least mine because i was praying all the way to Flagstaff that it would hold just long enough to get there.
My luck continued, I took the first Flagstaff exit, at the stop sign I could see the RV Repair shop and a sign for an RV Park just 2 miles further. Thank you God, that was easy think maybe we can renegotiate the terms of my prayer promises.
Cont. in Pt. 5 Snow storms tornadoes and the high cost of RV repairs.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
California or Bust Pt3
Springerville AZ. is not a bad town, they have all the facilities necessary to sustain life. The important things civilized people require, like a grocery store, gas stations, laundries, numerous bars and the 2 most important to me, an auto parts store and a Dairy Queen.
After a good nights sleep the plan for the day was to return to the auto parts store to find something that might work better than the epoxy that helped us get down the mountain but just barely before it gave out.
After awaking the first thing I did was throw back the curtains to see if the rain was gone. It was a beautiful day full of promise until may eyes focused. We were parked in the middle of a junkyard. Well not actually a junk yard, the park was full of looooonnnnng term tenants, they had apparently been there a long time had not washed there trailers and motor homes in a long time and it was obvious that there had not been a trash pick up in, I would guess about 10 years based on the accumulation of trash bags, car parts, assorted pieces of broken furniture and other items piled around each one. When I stepped out I realized why there was one space available for rent when we arrived. Apparently this space was used by the tenants as a dumping ground for their dogs. No they didn't dump their dogs there, the dogs are the ones that did the dumping. It was like running through a minefield just to reach the back of the motor home.
If you've ever towed a car you know that to unhook you have chains, cables and wires to disconnect. Try doing that tippy toeing through a doggy minefield. That was not going to bother me, I was on a mission. Off to the auto parts store. Surprise, Springerville is the only town in America that the auto parts store is closed on Sunday. Ok, no problem, back to the motor home fire up the computer, get online and find the closest RV repair shop or open auto parts store. Closest RV repair is in Flagstaff AZ about 4 hours away, the closest auto parts is 48 miles in the town of Show Low. I Opted for Show Low.
Show Low is and interesting town at least the name is interesting. Seems that back in 1880 two men both of which were large land owners in the area wanted to form a town but thought it was only big enough for one of them. Being gentlemen, rather than a gun fight at high noon on main street they decided on a friendly game of cards with the loser leaving town. One hand of low ball poker, Mr. Cooley's low card was a 5, he said to Mr Clark it's yours if you "Show Low". Mr Clark turned over the Deuce of Clubs, the lowest card in the deck and Mr. Cooley left town. That's how the name came about, the main street in Show Low is even named Deuce of Clubs Dr. and in the middle of town is a bronze statue of the 2 men playing card.
Ok enough of the history lesson, found an auto parts store, again discussed my need with the sales clerk he in turn spoke with the "old timer that knew everything". The old timer was a cross between wise budda and Don Knotts just shook his head and said "ain't nothing gonna stick to that crap they make them there tanks outa". I can feel my ship sinking fast until the old timer said try that Home Depot down the road a piece they're used to handling that plastic crap.
Home Depot here I come! At the store I am confronted by a wall of adhesive. I formulated a plan of attack, I'll ask for help, not just any help, this time I'm looking for a youngster that maybe can at least spell polyethylene and will not call my damaged tank plastic carp. I spotted my subject, I figured with the Jesus tattoos and the hula hoop earrings he had at least attended the Show Low Community College. After explaining my problem and need he said and I quote " ain't nothing gonna stick to that crap" I just smiled and said I know that's what your Grandfather told me. He didn't think it was funny seems his grandfather had been dead for 10 years. After my mumbled apology he did offer a suggestion, JB Weld according to the package, JB weld will stick to anything and harden into a steel like patch. Finally success is on the horizon.
Upon arriving back at the motor home, tip toeing through the doggy mine field I sat down to lunch and read the instructions on the use of JB Weld. Will adhere to all types of metal, glass, plastic, wood, PVC piping, I'm feeling good, then the last sentence in small print my bubble burst, Will not adhere to polyethylene.
Like hell it won't- I'm putting it on and wrapping it in Duct tape
Continued in Pt.4 Flagstaff here we come..
After a good nights sleep the plan for the day was to return to the auto parts store to find something that might work better than the epoxy that helped us get down the mountain but just barely before it gave out.
After awaking the first thing I did was throw back the curtains to see if the rain was gone. It was a beautiful day full of promise until may eyes focused. We were parked in the middle of a junkyard. Well not actually a junk yard, the park was full of looooonnnnng term tenants, they had apparently been there a long time had not washed there trailers and motor homes in a long time and it was obvious that there had not been a trash pick up in, I would guess about 10 years based on the accumulation of trash bags, car parts, assorted pieces of broken furniture and other items piled around each one. When I stepped out I realized why there was one space available for rent when we arrived. Apparently this space was used by the tenants as a dumping ground for their dogs. No they didn't dump their dogs there, the dogs are the ones that did the dumping. It was like running through a minefield just to reach the back of the motor home.
If you've ever towed a car you know that to unhook you have chains, cables and wires to disconnect. Try doing that tippy toeing through a doggy minefield. That was not going to bother me, I was on a mission. Off to the auto parts store. Surprise, Springerville is the only town in America that the auto parts store is closed on Sunday. Ok, no problem, back to the motor home fire up the computer, get online and find the closest RV repair shop or open auto parts store. Closest RV repair is in Flagstaff AZ about 4 hours away, the closest auto parts is 48 miles in the town of Show Low. I Opted for Show Low.
Show Low is and interesting town at least the name is interesting. Seems that back in 1880 two men both of which were large land owners in the area wanted to form a town but thought it was only big enough for one of them. Being gentlemen, rather than a gun fight at high noon on main street they decided on a friendly game of cards with the loser leaving town. One hand of low ball poker, Mr. Cooley's low card was a 5, he said to Mr Clark it's yours if you "Show Low". Mr Clark turned over the Deuce of Clubs, the lowest card in the deck and Mr. Cooley left town. That's how the name came about, the main street in Show Low is even named Deuce of Clubs Dr. and in the middle of town is a bronze statue of the 2 men playing card.
Ok enough of the history lesson, found an auto parts store, again discussed my need with the sales clerk he in turn spoke with the "old timer that knew everything". The old timer was a cross between wise budda and Don Knotts just shook his head and said "ain't nothing gonna stick to that crap they make them there tanks outa". I can feel my ship sinking fast until the old timer said try that Home Depot down the road a piece they're used to handling that plastic crap.
Home Depot here I come! At the store I am confronted by a wall of adhesive. I formulated a plan of attack, I'll ask for help, not just any help, this time I'm looking for a youngster that maybe can at least spell polyethylene and will not call my damaged tank plastic carp. I spotted my subject, I figured with the Jesus tattoos and the hula hoop earrings he had at least attended the Show Low Community College. After explaining my problem and need he said and I quote " ain't nothing gonna stick to that crap" I just smiled and said I know that's what your Grandfather told me. He didn't think it was funny seems his grandfather had been dead for 10 years. After my mumbled apology he did offer a suggestion, JB Weld according to the package, JB weld will stick to anything and harden into a steel like patch. Finally success is on the horizon.
Upon arriving back at the motor home, tip toeing through the doggy mine field I sat down to lunch and read the instructions on the use of JB Weld. Will adhere to all types of metal, glass, plastic, wood, PVC piping, I'm feeling good, then the last sentence in small print my bubble burst, Will not adhere to polyethylene.
Like hell it won't- I'm putting it on and wrapping it in Duct tape
Continued in Pt.4 Flagstaff here we come..
Monday, December 6, 2010
California or Bust Pt.2
New Mexico
Finally out of Texas. I have never explored New Mexico, like most travelers I have passed through many times on I-10 or I-40 with the only stops being for gas. Never gave the state much thought and what I did was limited to how barren it was with a few small dusty desert towns which never seemed very welcoming.
When traveling in a car through New Mexico typically I would drive 70-80 MPH, windows rolled up and the air conditioning blasting away. Nothing to see and no reason to stop, New Mexico takes about 3-4 hours to pass through by car and if you fill up before entering there is no reason to stop, not even for gas. When in a motor home the rules all change. It's about an 8 hour trip and stopping for gas is required.
About half way across the state I found it necessary to stop for gas in the town of Deming. Deming is basically a wide spot in the road with the over priced gas, and a few fast food restaurants along with a few residents surviving in weather beaten small house or mobile homes all of which had seen better days which were so far behind them few people even remember those days.
Now it's late afternoon and if we continue driving the closest town of any size is Tucson AZ. which is about another 6 hours away. Total surprise to find a campground about 8 miles north of I-10 in Deming and it was also one of the Passport America discount campgrounds. After consulting the DW which I always do, I like be able to share the blame just in case it is a real dump. Sorry for letting out a trade secret men but I think the wives allready know that little trick.
The campground was named Hidden Valley, sounds real enticing maybe even romantic tucked away in a beautiful valley watching the sun set behind the surrounding mountains. Let me assure you Hidden Valley does indeed live up to all we envisioned. Getting there is the problem. It is 8 miles north, 3 miles of nice smooth paved road then 5 miles of dusty, dirty, bumpy dirt road with maximum speed of 15 mph. After what seemed like hours of eating dust and no sign of life you come to a little rise in the road and there before you is Hidden Valley, a beautiful oasis in the middle of nowhere. The RV park was beautiful and well maintained, and the view would take your breath away. If your ever in the area do not over look this park it is well worth the adventure it takes to get there. The only drawback is that the back of the motor home and the car were covered in a thick layer of dust and due to limited water in the desert washing the RV is not permitted.
That evening while planning the next days trip I decided that since we were in no real hurry now would be a good time to see more of New Mexico. I discovered that Highway 180 would take us north the length of the state and pick up I-40 at Winslow AZ, Of course you know of Winslow through that great Eagles song, Take it Easy. This route would take us over the mountains in central New Mexico and on to Williams AZ where would would camp for a couple of days and explore the Grand Canyon. Sounds great, right, but hold on one little detail was overlooked. I totally forgot to consult the God of Fate.
The next morning the sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky the temperature in the mid 70's, a perfect day. 1-80 was a smooth and wide, the mountains calling us to come and enjoy natures beauty. O what evils lurk in them mountains. The first few hours were filled with jaw dropping beauty. Then we started to climb, twist and turn, the road got narrow and the speed dropped to a crawl. DW decided that the thinner air of the elevation, the exhausting beauty of the scenery and the rocking motion of the motor home made for a perfect time to nap, so off to the bed she goes. Though the drive had turned tough I am enjoying the views, the aspen trees which had started change color and the tall ponderosa pines.
Here comes fate. In the middle of the Gila National Forrest topping the mountain at 7,000 ft a warning light came on. Being that replacing an engine in the motor home is $15-20,000. I don't take chances and pull over as soon as the light shows up. Luckily 1 mile from the time the light came on was a scenic overlook with room to stop. As I exited to inspect the engine I couldn't help but to pause long enough to take in the view. We were at the crest of the mountain overlook, a beautiful endless valley. Wish I had thought to take a picture to share but at that moment I was just a little distracted. When I reach the rear of the motor home which being a diesel pusher has the engine in the back, I was assaulted by a spray of hot water. After having my hand scalded by the water while opening up the engine compartment I discovered a steady stream coming from a hole in the plastic overflow tank for the radiator. For those that are not familiar with the overflow tank, every vehicle has one it acts a reservoir for radiator. As the water heats up it expands and the tank provides a place for the water to be held until it is cooled and then returned to the radiator. That's a simplified version but you get the picture.
We are now 40 miles from the nearest town and unable to drive the motor home in this condition. After consulting the DW it was decided that I would disconnect the car and drive to town and pick up something to patch the hole while she guarded the motor home. A 40 mile trip through the mountain, even in a car, is at least an hour each way but it sure is a beautiful drive and at this time I'm not to worried, we have plenty of time and once fixed we will just have to spend the night in Winslow and lose a day but we're still in no hurry so no problem. Springerville, AZ is a very small town but luck was with me and there was one auto parts store. Then the luck ran out. After consulting with the clerk who informed me that overflow tanks are made of polyethylene which can not be repaired. Seems all adhesiveves are made of a chemical which will not stick to polyethylene and if applied will dissolve the tank. Not having the DW available to consult with (share the blame) I made an executive decision and purchased an epoxy just to try in case the clerk was wrong. Also purchased a couple of highly overpriced gallons of antifreeze to replace what boiled out.
On the way back the wind picked up the clouds rolled in, the tempture dropped and the rain started, the weather can change very quickly in the mountains. By the time I got back the motor home the wind was blowing about 40mph the rain was blowing sideways and the motor home was rocking like it was ready to sail off the cliff. The beautiful valley view had turned ugly. Having lived in Florida where it's always warm there I was is a cold wind driven rain with no jacket trying to make repairs that couldn't be done with a product not suited for the job. When using epoxy it is necessary to mix together the resin and the hardner, after mixing you have very limited time to apply it before it hardens into a concrete like blob. With teeth chattering and hands shaking due to the cold and rain I manage to apply a over sized glob which appeared to be sticking. Epoxy takes at least 24 hours to totally adhere but we are not going to stay on this mountain for 25 hours.
Duct tape!!! Being somewhat of a shade tree mechanic I always keep a roll of duct tape handy after all it may not fix the problem but is helpful as a temporay fix and will get you to someone that knows what their doing. I'm not waiting, I get out my roll of duct tape and proceed to wrap the entire tank with it, right over top of my epoxy patch. Back in the warmth of the motor home feeling rather proud of my patch job and thinking with the epoxy and the duct tape as backup support I'll give it an hour before heading down the mountain to Springerville. We decided that I'd drive the motor home and the DW would follow just in case the patch didn't hold. DW was supposed to stick close to the bumper and watch for water squirting out the back. Away We go!
We made it! At last on level ground in Sprinerville I pull in to a small shopping center just as the warning light came on, guess the patch didn't hold but just long enough. At least here we have phone and Internet available so looks like I'm doing a good job of kicking fate's butt. On line we search for a nearby RV park where we can setup get comftortable while I explore our option for a permanent fix. After an extensive online search the only RV park available was located less the 1 mile away. It's dark, raining, cold and I'm tired so any port in a storm. At this time it does not matter what the park looks like as long as they have hook up. It's late so after I'm exhausted so it's just dinner and to bed, we'll worry about repairs in the morning. Stay tuned more to come in Part3
Finally out of Texas. I have never explored New Mexico, like most travelers I have passed through many times on I-10 or I-40 with the only stops being for gas. Never gave the state much thought and what I did was limited to how barren it was with a few small dusty desert towns which never seemed very welcoming.
When traveling in a car through New Mexico typically I would drive 70-80 MPH, windows rolled up and the air conditioning blasting away. Nothing to see and no reason to stop, New Mexico takes about 3-4 hours to pass through by car and if you fill up before entering there is no reason to stop, not even for gas. When in a motor home the rules all change. It's about an 8 hour trip and stopping for gas is required.
About half way across the state I found it necessary to stop for gas in the town of Deming. Deming is basically a wide spot in the road with the over priced gas, and a few fast food restaurants along with a few residents surviving in weather beaten small house or mobile homes all of which had seen better days which were so far behind them few people even remember those days.
Now it's late afternoon and if we continue driving the closest town of any size is Tucson AZ. which is about another 6 hours away. Total surprise to find a campground about 8 miles north of I-10 in Deming and it was also one of the Passport America discount campgrounds. After consulting the DW which I always do, I like be able to share the blame just in case it is a real dump. Sorry for letting out a trade secret men but I think the wives allready know that little trick.
The campground was named Hidden Valley, sounds real enticing maybe even romantic tucked away in a beautiful valley watching the sun set behind the surrounding mountains. Let me assure you Hidden Valley does indeed live up to all we envisioned. Getting there is the problem. It is 8 miles north, 3 miles of nice smooth paved road then 5 miles of dusty, dirty, bumpy dirt road with maximum speed of 15 mph. After what seemed like hours of eating dust and no sign of life you come to a little rise in the road and there before you is Hidden Valley, a beautiful oasis in the middle of nowhere. The RV park was beautiful and well maintained, and the view would take your breath away. If your ever in the area do not over look this park it is well worth the adventure it takes to get there. The only drawback is that the back of the motor home and the car were covered in a thick layer of dust and due to limited water in the desert washing the RV is not permitted.
That evening while planning the next days trip I decided that since we were in no real hurry now would be a good time to see more of New Mexico. I discovered that Highway 180 would take us north the length of the state and pick up I-40 at Winslow AZ, Of course you know of Winslow through that great Eagles song, Take it Easy. This route would take us over the mountains in central New Mexico and on to Williams AZ where would would camp for a couple of days and explore the Grand Canyon. Sounds great, right, but hold on one little detail was overlooked. I totally forgot to consult the God of Fate.
The next morning the sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky the temperature in the mid 70's, a perfect day. 1-80 was a smooth and wide, the mountains calling us to come and enjoy natures beauty. O what evils lurk in them mountains. The first few hours were filled with jaw dropping beauty. Then we started to climb, twist and turn, the road got narrow and the speed dropped to a crawl. DW decided that the thinner air of the elevation, the exhausting beauty of the scenery and the rocking motion of the motor home made for a perfect time to nap, so off to the bed she goes. Though the drive had turned tough I am enjoying the views, the aspen trees which had started change color and the tall ponderosa pines.
Here comes fate. In the middle of the Gila National Forrest topping the mountain at 7,000 ft a warning light came on. Being that replacing an engine in the motor home is $15-20,000. I don't take chances and pull over as soon as the light shows up. Luckily 1 mile from the time the light came on was a scenic overlook with room to stop. As I exited to inspect the engine I couldn't help but to pause long enough to take in the view. We were at the crest of the mountain overlook, a beautiful endless valley. Wish I had thought to take a picture to share but at that moment I was just a little distracted. When I reach the rear of the motor home which being a diesel pusher has the engine in the back, I was assaulted by a spray of hot water. After having my hand scalded by the water while opening up the engine compartment I discovered a steady stream coming from a hole in the plastic overflow tank for the radiator. For those that are not familiar with the overflow tank, every vehicle has one it acts a reservoir for radiator. As the water heats up it expands and the tank provides a place for the water to be held until it is cooled and then returned to the radiator. That's a simplified version but you get the picture.
We are now 40 miles from the nearest town and unable to drive the motor home in this condition. After consulting the DW it was decided that I would disconnect the car and drive to town and pick up something to patch the hole while she guarded the motor home. A 40 mile trip through the mountain, even in a car, is at least an hour each way but it sure is a beautiful drive and at this time I'm not to worried, we have plenty of time and once fixed we will just have to spend the night in Winslow and lose a day but we're still in no hurry so no problem. Springerville, AZ is a very small town but luck was with me and there was one auto parts store. Then the luck ran out. After consulting with the clerk who informed me that overflow tanks are made of polyethylene which can not be repaired. Seems all adhesiveves are made of a chemical which will not stick to polyethylene and if applied will dissolve the tank. Not having the DW available to consult with (share the blame) I made an executive decision and purchased an epoxy just to try in case the clerk was wrong. Also purchased a couple of highly overpriced gallons of antifreeze to replace what boiled out.
On the way back the wind picked up the clouds rolled in, the tempture dropped and the rain started, the weather can change very quickly in the mountains. By the time I got back the motor home the wind was blowing about 40mph the rain was blowing sideways and the motor home was rocking like it was ready to sail off the cliff. The beautiful valley view had turned ugly. Having lived in Florida where it's always warm there I was is a cold wind driven rain with no jacket trying to make repairs that couldn't be done with a product not suited for the job. When using epoxy it is necessary to mix together the resin and the hardner, after mixing you have very limited time to apply it before it hardens into a concrete like blob. With teeth chattering and hands shaking due to the cold and rain I manage to apply a over sized glob which appeared to be sticking. Epoxy takes at least 24 hours to totally adhere but we are not going to stay on this mountain for 25 hours.
Duct tape!!! Being somewhat of a shade tree mechanic I always keep a roll of duct tape handy after all it may not fix the problem but is helpful as a temporay fix and will get you to someone that knows what their doing. I'm not waiting, I get out my roll of duct tape and proceed to wrap the entire tank with it, right over top of my epoxy patch. Back in the warmth of the motor home feeling rather proud of my patch job and thinking with the epoxy and the duct tape as backup support I'll give it an hour before heading down the mountain to Springerville. We decided that I'd drive the motor home and the DW would follow just in case the patch didn't hold. DW was supposed to stick close to the bumper and watch for water squirting out the back. Away We go!
We made it! At last on level ground in Sprinerville I pull in to a small shopping center just as the warning light came on, guess the patch didn't hold but just long enough. At least here we have phone and Internet available so looks like I'm doing a good job of kicking fate's butt. On line we search for a nearby RV park where we can setup get comftortable while I explore our option for a permanent fix. After an extensive online search the only RV park available was located less the 1 mile away. It's dark, raining, cold and I'm tired so any port in a storm. At this time it does not matter what the park looks like as long as they have hook up. It's late so after I'm exhausted so it's just dinner and to bed, we'll worry about repairs in the morning. Stay tuned more to come in Part3
Saturday, December 4, 2010
California or Bust Part 1 Texas
W0W how time flies! When we started this blog we had every intention of fatefully updating frequently, well so much for good intentions. This will be my attempt at redemption.
Last time I made an entry here we were in Louisiana heading for Texas. The DW had plans of obtaining temporary employment for a few months to build up the old bank account before continuing our travels. Once again the God of fate snatch us by the shirt collar and said think again on those plans. Upon arriving in Texas Dw applied for her nurse licence. She was assured this was a very simple process, apply, get a temporary license and work well the permenent license was process.
We set up camp a Lake Livingston State Park in the Piney Woods portion of Texas, what a beautiful location.
Our view at sunset
We had 4 fantastic days of of lounging around, enjoying nature and it's beauty when we here informed by the rangers that the park was sold out for the weekend to a rally group and we'd have to leave. So much for Texas hospitality.
After a search of area campgrounds for available and affordable space we decided to move westward about 80 miles to Huntsville. Huntsville is the prison capital of Texas something like 6 prisons along with the Texas State Prison Museum are located there.
Huntsville is a nice small town with lots to do and we availed ourselves of their many attractions. First we visited the museum, It really was quite interesting with the history of the prisons, art and crafts created by inmates over the years, guns made of soap. knives made of toilet paper. my guess on that one is it was self cleaning, soaked up the blood as it killed no mess to clean up afterward, also they had the original "Old Sparky" the first Texas electric chair. I personally found that fascinating, the DW on the other hand was a little unnerved by the site and the fact I enjoyed it. It took the rest of the day to convince the DW that the reason I was smiling well view the chair was not that I was picturing how she'd look sitting there.
We also visited Sam Houston's home and he's grave in the local cemetery. If you have no idea who Sam Houston is look it up online I'm writing this to tell our history not his.
At this point we're feeling good just killing time waiting for the license approval. Bam, God of fate jerks us back. Seems that Dw's finger prints were unreadable, therefore she needs to submit another set before issuing a license. No problem, can do. Submitted another set of prints and they also were unreadable. I thought it was a great idea to sand off our finger prints when we started robbing banks with hindsight I see now that created problems. Durnig this time Dw had received word that lots of jobs were available in the California prisons. After much thought and careful planning we decided to start toward California well waiting for Texas to approve her license. Now if you every traveled across Texas you will know it takes about 3 days of hard driving and in a motor home it takes 5 days so we figure we would have 5 days in which to either get the Texas license or leave Texas for California, sort of our way of fence straddling. By the time we reach El Paso Texas once again rejected the finger prints as unreadable and suggest live-scan fingerprinting which is suppose to be foolproof. Yup you guessed it, the DW fooled them and the live-scan prints were unreadable. Now we're not dealing with some had core master criminal here, seems like the DW had been taught as a child the cleanliness is next to Godliness so she was here hands frequently and has washed away her finger prints. I vote for really robbing banks now. Texas says the next step is a complete background and name check with the FBI which can take up to 3 moths, Goodbye Texas!
Last time I made an entry here we were in Louisiana heading for Texas. The DW had plans of obtaining temporary employment for a few months to build up the old bank account before continuing our travels. Once again the God of fate snatch us by the shirt collar and said think again on those plans. Upon arriving in Texas Dw applied for her nurse licence. She was assured this was a very simple process, apply, get a temporary license and work well the permenent license was process.
We set up camp a Lake Livingston State Park in the Piney Woods portion of Texas, what a beautiful location.
We had 4 fantastic days of of lounging around, enjoying nature and it's beauty when we here informed by the rangers that the park was sold out for the weekend to a rally group and we'd have to leave. So much for Texas hospitality.
After a search of area campgrounds for available and affordable space we decided to move westward about 80 miles to Huntsville. Huntsville is the prison capital of Texas something like 6 prisons along with the Texas State Prison Museum are located there.
Huntsville is a nice small town with lots to do and we availed ourselves of their many attractions. First we visited the museum, It really was quite interesting with the history of the prisons, art and crafts created by inmates over the years, guns made of soap. knives made of toilet paper. my guess on that one is it was self cleaning, soaked up the blood as it killed no mess to clean up afterward, also they had the original "Old Sparky" the first Texas electric chair. I personally found that fascinating, the DW on the other hand was a little unnerved by the site and the fact I enjoyed it. It took the rest of the day to convince the DW that the reason I was smiling well view the chair was not that I was picturing how she'd look sitting there.
We also visited Sam Houston's home and he's grave in the local cemetery. If you have no idea who Sam Houston is look it up online I'm writing this to tell our history not his.
At this point we're feeling good just killing time waiting for the license approval. Bam, God of fate jerks us back. Seems that Dw's finger prints were unreadable, therefore she needs to submit another set before issuing a license. No problem, can do. Submitted another set of prints and they also were unreadable. I thought it was a great idea to sand off our finger prints when we started robbing banks with hindsight I see now that created problems. Durnig this time Dw had received word that lots of jobs were available in the California prisons. After much thought and careful planning we decided to start toward California well waiting for Texas to approve her license. Now if you every traveled across Texas you will know it takes about 3 days of hard driving and in a motor home it takes 5 days so we figure we would have 5 days in which to either get the Texas license or leave Texas for California, sort of our way of fence straddling. By the time we reach El Paso Texas once again rejected the finger prints as unreadable and suggest live-scan fingerprinting which is suppose to be foolproof. Yup you guessed it, the DW fooled them and the live-scan prints were unreadable. Now we're not dealing with some had core master criminal here, seems like the DW had been taught as a child the cleanliness is next to Godliness so she was here hands frequently and has washed away her finger prints. I vote for really robbing banks now. Texas says the next step is a complete background and name check with the FBI which can take up to 3 moths, Goodbye Texas!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Campgrounds - Bathrooms - 400 lb. naked men
I am well aware that everyone wants to know about the 400 lb naked man, I will tell you that story somewhere in here but you have to read the whole thing to find it. You really didn't think I would make it easy did you.
First a little lesson on a MH bathroom, tiny is just to big of a description, so think minuscule. Our bathroom is located in the middle of the MH you have to pass through it going to or coming from the bedroom. The layout is Sink and shower on one side and the toilet in a small closet sized enclosure on the other side. The MH is only 8 feet wide so you have 2.5 feet of hall in the middle of the bath that leaves 2.5 feet for the toilet and 3 feet for the shower and sink. When using the toilet, at least for me, it is best to drop the pants and back in, that is not a sight that DW looks forward to every morning. Now the shower is another little problem. It is basically the same size as the toilet area. Just getting in the shower is like running an obstacle course, the cats litter box, food and water are located in front of the door. Now getting in is ok I can stretch out that much, but getting out is another thing. There is no way to dry off in the shower so it is necessary to get out first. Gets a little tricky because your wet feet tend to slip in the shower and not being as agile as the cats it better than even odds that one or the other foot will end up in the litter box which creates another set of problems. Now the DW being a good bit smaller then me has no problem and does not wish to see me laying naked in the hall with cat litter on my feet has suggest and alternative to showering in the RV. The "Comfort Station".
Every Rv Campground has a restroom/shower combination that for some unknown reason they decided to refer to as a Comfort Station. In the men's you will find a couple of toilets, a couple of urinals, a sink or two and 3-5 showers which a small stalls with a shower curtain across the entrance. The problem with that is they seem to take one curtain and cut into thirds therefor avoiding having the buy 3 curtains. These tiny curtains do not in anyway seal of the opening so privacy is nonexistent. But that's ok I'm not bashful and have seen my share of naked men, so no problem. Where the problem comes in is following the DW's instruction on how to shower properly in a public shower. First thing I need was shower shoes because unknown to me there are dangers lurking in the shower. Who would of thought that that with all the hot water and soap being used that a zillion different fungus are lurking just waiting to attack a shoeless foot. Ok, I'm adaptable I got shower shoes, must be working no fungus yet. DW really takes good care of me. DW went on to explain that when done showering you dry off your feet then you dry the shoes off befor putting them back on to walk back to the MH. So far so good in theory. Heres the problem, you dry your body first then lift one leg and dry the foot, then pick up the shoe and dry it, put it on then repeat with the other foot. Are you seeing the problem yet. Here I am dancing around on one leg in a slippery shower naked. I know I have to wait till the foot is dry before putting on my pants, you might want to try this in the privacy of your own bathroom before going to a comfort station, hopping around on one foot, pulling pants up that leg while avoiding all contact with fungus infected surfaces of the shower. Ok got the pants on one leg, the dry foot in the dry shoe. Now it's just a matter of holding the pants up with one hand, holding the towel on the other hand while drying that foot. That is difficult but doable. Now it's just a matter of holding the pants in one hand, the towel in one hand and picking the shoe up for drying with the third hand your going to need. WARNING!!! If you do not have three hands you can not use the shower in the comfort station without being in danger of fungus infection.
Now comes the 400lb man part of the story. Being a fairly inteligent person I found a solution to the showering/drying/fungus problem. On the wall opposite the shower is usually a small bench, I figure that all this drying of feet and shoes is best done sitting down. It is s simple thing to wrap a towel around my waist walk to the bench and sit down, but then I have the towel around me and not available for drying. The only way to solve this problem is to walk out naked sit on the bench, dry the feet then the shoes pull the pants on while sitting. Ok, what could be the problem with that? Well number one DW tells me there all kinds on nasty germs on the bench so my naked butt should not touch it. Number two is that it is a public building so there is always someone in there. I decided it is impossible to protect my feet from fungus and my butt from germs so I am willing to sacrifice my butt to keep my feet safe. (Tara just figured butt workers would keep me safe there.) If anyone is wondering about butt workers call Tara she is a trained professional and can explain it better than me. Ok while showering it is common to see other naked men hopping on one foot while following the orders of their DW. That is not a problem to see them or them to see me but in Nashville while doing my one foot drying dance I backed out of the shower just a hopping and a drying and came face to face with a naked 400lb man doing the same dance which is ok just a matter of hopping in a different direction. The problem came when he thought it was social hour at the comfort station. He begins to talk about the weather where hes from and asking questions. That became the one and only time I said fungus be damned I''m out of here. So out the door I went hopping on one leg while pulling my pants up all the way across the campground. The nightmares of that experience are starting to fade and I am actually beginning to enjoy the showers of the comfort station.
First a little lesson on a MH bathroom, tiny is just to big of a description, so think minuscule. Our bathroom is located in the middle of the MH you have to pass through it going to or coming from the bedroom. The layout is Sink and shower on one side and the toilet in a small closet sized enclosure on the other side. The MH is only 8 feet wide so you have 2.5 feet of hall in the middle of the bath that leaves 2.5 feet for the toilet and 3 feet for the shower and sink. When using the toilet, at least for me, it is best to drop the pants and back in, that is not a sight that DW looks forward to every morning. Now the shower is another little problem. It is basically the same size as the toilet area. Just getting in the shower is like running an obstacle course, the cats litter box, food and water are located in front of the door. Now getting in is ok I can stretch out that much, but getting out is another thing. There is no way to dry off in the shower so it is necessary to get out first. Gets a little tricky because your wet feet tend to slip in the shower and not being as agile as the cats it better than even odds that one or the other foot will end up in the litter box which creates another set of problems. Now the DW being a good bit smaller then me has no problem and does not wish to see me laying naked in the hall with cat litter on my feet has suggest and alternative to showering in the RV. The "Comfort Station".
Every Rv Campground has a restroom/shower combination that for some unknown reason they decided to refer to as a Comfort Station. In the men's you will find a couple of toilets, a couple of urinals, a sink or two and 3-5 showers which a small stalls with a shower curtain across the entrance. The problem with that is they seem to take one curtain and cut into thirds therefor avoiding having the buy 3 curtains. These tiny curtains do not in anyway seal of the opening so privacy is nonexistent. But that's ok I'm not bashful and have seen my share of naked men, so no problem. Where the problem comes in is following the DW's instruction on how to shower properly in a public shower. First thing I need was shower shoes because unknown to me there are dangers lurking in the shower. Who would of thought that that with all the hot water and soap being used that a zillion different fungus are lurking just waiting to attack a shoeless foot. Ok, I'm adaptable I got shower shoes, must be working no fungus yet. DW really takes good care of me. DW went on to explain that when done showering you dry off your feet then you dry the shoes off befor putting them back on to walk back to the MH. So far so good in theory. Heres the problem, you dry your body first then lift one leg and dry the foot, then pick up the shoe and dry it, put it on then repeat with the other foot. Are you seeing the problem yet. Here I am dancing around on one leg in a slippery shower naked. I know I have to wait till the foot is dry before putting on my pants, you might want to try this in the privacy of your own bathroom before going to a comfort station, hopping around on one foot, pulling pants up that leg while avoiding all contact with fungus infected surfaces of the shower. Ok got the pants on one leg, the dry foot in the dry shoe. Now it's just a matter of holding the pants up with one hand, holding the towel on the other hand while drying that foot. That is difficult but doable. Now it's just a matter of holding the pants in one hand, the towel in one hand and picking the shoe up for drying with the third hand your going to need. WARNING!!! If you do not have three hands you can not use the shower in the comfort station without being in danger of fungus infection.
Now comes the 400lb man part of the story. Being a fairly inteligent person I found a solution to the showering/drying/fungus problem. On the wall opposite the shower is usually a small bench, I figure that all this drying of feet and shoes is best done sitting down. It is s simple thing to wrap a towel around my waist walk to the bench and sit down, but then I have the towel around me and not available for drying. The only way to solve this problem is to walk out naked sit on the bench, dry the feet then the shoes pull the pants on while sitting. Ok, what could be the problem with that? Well number one DW tells me there all kinds on nasty germs on the bench so my naked butt should not touch it. Number two is that it is a public building so there is always someone in there. I decided it is impossible to protect my feet from fungus and my butt from germs so I am willing to sacrifice my butt to keep my feet safe. (Tara just figured butt workers would keep me safe there.) If anyone is wondering about butt workers call Tara she is a trained professional and can explain it better than me. Ok while showering it is common to see other naked men hopping on one foot while following the orders of their DW. That is not a problem to see them or them to see me but in Nashville while doing my one foot drying dance I backed out of the shower just a hopping and a drying and came face to face with a naked 400lb man doing the same dance which is ok just a matter of hopping in a different direction. The problem came when he thought it was social hour at the comfort station. He begins to talk about the weather where hes from and asking questions. That became the one and only time I said fungus be damned I''m out of here. So out the door I went hopping on one leg while pulling my pants up all the way across the campground. The nightmares of that experience are starting to fade and I am actually beginning to enjoy the showers of the comfort station.
Friday, September 3, 2010
My Turn
Ok it's my turn to write something, well that's what Laura tells me and as you all know when she speaks I listen. So here it comes ready or not.
First let me get you up to speed on the RV lingo. Naturally RV stands for recreational Vehicle, and MH is Motorhome which we are traveling in. That's pretty simple. Now it gets a little harder. First there is DW and DH in future post these will be used frequently, DW is for Dear Wife and of course DH is for Dear Husband or as Laura will tell you in private the she really thinks DH is either Damn Husband or Dumb Husband. Due to the amount of time I spend lost and asking directions she has had ample opportunity to use each. As we travel about we either take the 4 Lane which is obviously a 4 land road such as Interstate highways or we travel on the Blue Roads which are those little squiggly blue lines on the map that goes through every tiny town. The blue Roads are the ones I prefer to travel on but the DH hates as there are plenty of bumps, dips, rail road tracks, turns, stop signs and stop lights and also each one has their very own Barney Fife. Those of you older enough to remember Barney please explain that on to the youngsters. Now I enjoy the Blue because of the slower pace and the sights to see, the DH thinks I drive them just to disrupt her sleep, there may be something to that but I'll never ever admit to it.
More lingo Our MH has diesel engine which is located in the rear and therefore is called a Diesel Pusher or DP. That means we are traveling in a MHDP. A MHDP has 5 tanks that are always needing attention, there is the fuel tank which holds 75 gallons and averaging $3 per gallon so far, you do the math and you'll see why I cringe every time that tank needs filled. Next is the propane tank which is 30 gallon the propane is fuel for the on board generator which we run as I'm driving so that the DW can stay nice and cool in the bedroom while I'm wondering around lost. It also powers the Refrigerator so when I finally decide to ask direction I can have a cool drink well planning my next move. Then comes the fresh water tank which is 35 gallons and supplies water to the sinks, shower and toilet, of course, when in a campground I can connect to their water supply and not use the tank. Next is the gray water tank that is where the water from the sinks and shower are held it is a 45 gallon tank. Last but surely not least important is the black water tank, it also is a 45 gallon tank and that's where all the crap goes when you flush the toilet. Now the nasty part of my job to keep this circus on the road is emptying the Gray Water and Black Water tanks when we stop at a campground. I'll leave up to you to picture that process it's something that just can not be described, you have to experience it.
Ok that covers some of the lingo, more on that later. I'll stop here and write more later about where we've been, how we got there and where we're going. I
First let me get you up to speed on the RV lingo. Naturally RV stands for recreational Vehicle, and MH is Motorhome which we are traveling in. That's pretty simple. Now it gets a little harder. First there is DW and DH in future post these will be used frequently, DW is for Dear Wife and of course DH is for Dear Husband or as Laura will tell you in private the she really thinks DH is either Damn Husband or Dumb Husband. Due to the amount of time I spend lost and asking directions she has had ample opportunity to use each. As we travel about we either take the 4 Lane which is obviously a 4 land road such as Interstate highways or we travel on the Blue Roads which are those little squiggly blue lines on the map that goes through every tiny town. The blue Roads are the ones I prefer to travel on but the DH hates as there are plenty of bumps, dips, rail road tracks, turns, stop signs and stop lights and also each one has their very own Barney Fife. Those of you older enough to remember Barney please explain that on to the youngsters. Now I enjoy the Blue because of the slower pace and the sights to see, the DH thinks I drive them just to disrupt her sleep, there may be something to that but I'll never ever admit to it.
More lingo Our MH has diesel engine which is located in the rear and therefore is called a Diesel Pusher or DP. That means we are traveling in a MHDP. A MHDP has 5 tanks that are always needing attention, there is the fuel tank which holds 75 gallons and averaging $3 per gallon so far, you do the math and you'll see why I cringe every time that tank needs filled. Next is the propane tank which is 30 gallon the propane is fuel for the on board generator which we run as I'm driving so that the DW can stay nice and cool in the bedroom while I'm wondering around lost. It also powers the Refrigerator so when I finally decide to ask direction I can have a cool drink well planning my next move. Then comes the fresh water tank which is 35 gallons and supplies water to the sinks, shower and toilet, of course, when in a campground I can connect to their water supply and not use the tank. Next is the gray water tank that is where the water from the sinks and shower are held it is a 45 gallon tank. Last but surely not least important is the black water tank, it also is a 45 gallon tank and that's where all the crap goes when you flush the toilet. Now the nasty part of my job to keep this circus on the road is emptying the Gray Water and Black Water tanks when we stop at a campground. I'll leave up to you to picture that process it's something that just can not be described, you have to experience it.
Ok that covers some of the lingo, more on that later. I'll stop here and write more later about where we've been, how we got there and where we're going. I
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Leaving GA
Hello to you all,
Well, we finally made it out of GA, Ken swears it takes 2 weeks to get out of. We were in the mountains of north Georgia. When we left we went through parts of NC, then back to GA, into TN and then back into GA. Now we are clearly in TN! Ken and I stayed near Chattanooga for a couple of days and went to see the famous "Rock City". It was so much more than what we expected. The trails were all in a natural setting between large boulders. At one point, you could stand at "Lovers Leap" and see 7 states-so they say. I just wonder how they could see to tell! They had several different caverns, all with their own unique story. In the "Gnome" cavern, there were all of Mother Goose's fairy tales. Each one was in its own little cavern with all the characters in them. I don't know how they accomplished what they did, (done in 1967)but breathtaking to look at.
Of course you can't go to that area and pass up seeing Ruby Falls. I had seen signs for this place almost all my life. It was the worst cavern tour I had ever been on, so said Ken, but there was no doubt that it was truly magnificent to see the falls. It was amazing that there were waterfalls 145 ft. underground. In places around the main waterfall you would swear that red water was dripping down and at other places, a beautiful Hawaiian blue. To this day the source of water is unknown. I know it is almost a cliche`, but I really felt something when I looked up towards the source of the light. You could see the rays through the small crevices but it almost looked like sparkles of some sort. You all know that I am not artistic but this was as beautiful as any picture I have ever seen. I really don't have the words to explain how it felt but I do hope if you get the chance you will see for yourself.
We went to Nashville for a few days and enjoyed ourselves tremendously. The weather was hot but not what we were having in south GA, it actually rained and cooled off-the humidity wasn't bad at all most of the time. Our first day there we had odds and ends to take care of during the day so we really didn't do any sightseeing. But, we were able to get tickets to see a tribute to Elvis. I know, it does sound kind of cheesey but it really was fantastic. We went on Monday night which happened to be the 25th anniversary of the guy doing the show so it was sold out. We waited patiently for the show to start and it just kept being delayed. We were close to the front, the 4th row and noticed that the 2nd row was still empty. Finally, people were ushered into the row. I looked over and told Ken that it was Wynonna Judd, he didn't believe me. I politely took a paper and pen and excused myself from the row (of course we were at the other end!) and went and sat beside her. Without any fanfare I asked for her signature, she was very pleasant and friendly and immediately asked who it was for. She signed her name, added a cute little heart and musical notes. Her only request was that I didn't tell anyone else she was there because this night was about Elvis and the performer, not her. Later, I found out she is a huge fan of Elvis. The show was out of this world. I love Elvis' music and knew every song he sang. It was easy to slip into days gone by and think that it really was him! Of course the guy looked like Elvis, moved like him, and sounded like him until he sang "Amazing Grace". It was still nice, just not Elvis. On Tuesday night we went to the Grand Ole Opry at the War Memorial, (because the Opry had been flooded in May and still is being renovated). We really were not going to go because we didn't think it would be worth the money-boy were we wrong! I wanted to stay and go back again on Friday AND Saturday! Though we didn't know all the performers it really was great. The Opry does a live radio broadcast during the entire show and the crowd was fantastic. The early bands that played were mostly the "old" country music: Riders in the Sky, Jean Sheppard, Jimmie Dikens. They may have had some years on them but they were marvelous and so full of energy. Then started some of the younger singers. We loved Troy Olsen's, "Summer Thing", Mark Wills "Don't laugh at me" and "Jacob's Ladder". Blake Shelton came on and played "Ol Red". Miranda Lamber came out and sang part of another song with him, it was pretty good. We were so glad that we decided to go to the Opry (the War Memorial had previously been 1 of the 4 homes of the Opry, back in the 1940's.) I would like to go back again sometime and perhaps see it at the venue with the red barn but if not, I have the memories of this trip.
Today we drove to Jackson, TN and will drive to Memphis tomorrow. We will be there a few days, then, who knows where the road will take us.
Laura
Well, we finally made it out of GA, Ken swears it takes 2 weeks to get out of. We were in the mountains of north Georgia. When we left we went through parts of NC, then back to GA, into TN and then back into GA. Now we are clearly in TN! Ken and I stayed near Chattanooga for a couple of days and went to see the famous "Rock City". It was so much more than what we expected. The trails were all in a natural setting between large boulders. At one point, you could stand at "Lovers Leap" and see 7 states-so they say. I just wonder how they could see to tell! They had several different caverns, all with their own unique story. In the "Gnome" cavern, there were all of Mother Goose's fairy tales. Each one was in its own little cavern with all the characters in them. I don't know how they accomplished what they did, (done in 1967)but breathtaking to look at.
Of course you can't go to that area and pass up seeing Ruby Falls. I had seen signs for this place almost all my life. It was the worst cavern tour I had ever been on, so said Ken, but there was no doubt that it was truly magnificent to see the falls. It was amazing that there were waterfalls 145 ft. underground. In places around the main waterfall you would swear that red water was dripping down and at other places, a beautiful Hawaiian blue. To this day the source of water is unknown. I know it is almost a cliche`, but I really felt something when I looked up towards the source of the light. You could see the rays through the small crevices but it almost looked like sparkles of some sort. You all know that I am not artistic but this was as beautiful as any picture I have ever seen. I really don't have the words to explain how it felt but I do hope if you get the chance you will see for yourself.
We went to Nashville for a few days and enjoyed ourselves tremendously. The weather was hot but not what we were having in south GA, it actually rained and cooled off-the humidity wasn't bad at all most of the time. Our first day there we had odds and ends to take care of during the day so we really didn't do any sightseeing. But, we were able to get tickets to see a tribute to Elvis. I know, it does sound kind of cheesey but it really was fantastic. We went on Monday night which happened to be the 25th anniversary of the guy doing the show so it was sold out. We waited patiently for the show to start and it just kept being delayed. We were close to the front, the 4th row and noticed that the 2nd row was still empty. Finally, people were ushered into the row. I looked over and told Ken that it was Wynonna Judd, he didn't believe me. I politely took a paper and pen and excused myself from the row (of course we were at the other end!) and went and sat beside her. Without any fanfare I asked for her signature, she was very pleasant and friendly and immediately asked who it was for. She signed her name, added a cute little heart and musical notes. Her only request was that I didn't tell anyone else she was there because this night was about Elvis and the performer, not her. Later, I found out she is a huge fan of Elvis. The show was out of this world. I love Elvis' music and knew every song he sang. It was easy to slip into days gone by and think that it really was him! Of course the guy looked like Elvis, moved like him, and sounded like him until he sang "Amazing Grace". It was still nice, just not Elvis. On Tuesday night we went to the Grand Ole Opry at the War Memorial, (because the Opry had been flooded in May and still is being renovated). We really were not going to go because we didn't think it would be worth the money-boy were we wrong! I wanted to stay and go back again on Friday AND Saturday! Though we didn't know all the performers it really was great. The Opry does a live radio broadcast during the entire show and the crowd was fantastic. The early bands that played were mostly the "old" country music: Riders in the Sky, Jean Sheppard, Jimmie Dikens. They may have had some years on them but they were marvelous and so full of energy. Then started some of the younger singers. We loved Troy Olsen's, "Summer Thing", Mark Wills "Don't laugh at me" and "Jacob's Ladder". Blake Shelton came on and played "Ol Red". Miranda Lamber came out and sang part of another song with him, it was pretty good. We were so glad that we decided to go to the Opry (the War Memorial had previously been 1 of the 4 homes of the Opry, back in the 1940's.) I would like to go back again sometime and perhaps see it at the venue with the red barn but if not, I have the memories of this trip.
Today we drove to Jackson, TN and will drive to Memphis tomorrow. We will be there a few days, then, who knows where the road will take us.
Laura
Welcome
Hello everyone, family and friends. I'm sure there is not a one among you that at sometime in your life has not thought about chucking it all and running away. Running away is not an easy thing to do, especially when you take stock of your current life and how involved you are in your family, work, church, school etc., and the financial aspects.
Therefore through this blog Laura and I will attempt to share with you the how, what, when and where of our decisions to run away. Also as we proceed on the journey as a way of keeping in touch, sharing our experiences through words and pictures. In return we would enjoy receiving updates and pictures from you as we truly treasure each and everyone of our friends and family and wish to remain a part of your life as we travel.
Therefore through this blog Laura and I will attempt to share with you the how, what, when and where of our decisions to run away. Also as we proceed on the journey as a way of keeping in touch, sharing our experiences through words and pictures. In return we would enjoy receiving updates and pictures from you as we truly treasure each and everyone of our friends and family and wish to remain a part of your life as we travel.
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