Categories
Airstream Meetups

Meeting ASoloJourner

One of the exciting parts of taking the ferry to Port Townsend was meeting a fellow traveler. We had been following the adventures of Kerri (ASoloJournerer on Instagram) since the beginning of our travels. She travels with her dog Byron in her Airstream named Calypso. She spent a good deal of the summer up in Washington, and was hanging around Port Townsend as its one of her favorite spots.

Meeting fellow travelers is always interesting. Most of us don’t take selfies that often, and being a solo traveler, we rarely saw a picture of Kerri before meeting in person. We really should teach Byron to take a few more pictures. Not that it mattered – we were instant friends with plenty to talk about.

One evening we were in the mood for some good fish and chips and Googled up a local dive of a restaurant called Sea J’s Cafe, and Kerri was awesome enough to join us on our little adventure. We were a little skeptical, but it turned out to be absolutely fabulous! We sampled some fish & chips, the hamburgers, and the pumpkin milkshake was one of the best I’ve ever had!

Ferry Crossing_13

Our kids instantly adored her, and she was awesome with them. After meeting her, our kids immediately set about making some bracelets on their rainbow looms as gifts, which she accepted quite graciously.

Ferry Crossing_12

Luckily for us, we met up with Kerri again at Cape Disappointment after our paths crossed a bit later as we both traveled down the Washington and Oregon coastline. Thanks again for being so great!

Categories
Washington

We Take Our Airstream On a Boat, Washington

Our tour of Whidbey Island was fantastic, but it was time to move along. We took a the Coupeville – Port Townsend Ferry off the middle of Whidbey Island, placing us for a tour of the Olympic Peninsula and nicely skipping over Seattle.

Putting the Airstream on a ferry was both exciting and terrifying. An experience like this highlights the difference between the things that Jess is concerned about and the stress that I feel. Jess wasn’t worried in the slightest about the process and the danger. I was pretty stressed.
IMG_20141008_120405

Between the picture of the empty ferry dock and our parked Airstream, I took precisely NO pictures. I was busy trying to avoid running our house into anything else in tight quarters. We DID make a video of the experience however, previously shared but added here to complete the post. Continue on after the video for more pictures and commentary.

I managed to take this epic picture of our Airstream with my phone, and it turned out to be a favorite of the trip.

IMG_20141008_125505

Having read other stories about parking on ferries, I was a bit nervous about pulling on and parking. I paid attention to the ferry guys, and they directed me to the spot they wanted me. Front and center is where we parked, right next to a semi full of recycled paper headed to a processing plant. We were second on and first off, which was fine by me.
Ferry Crossing_03

After parking, we climbed out and began to explore the ferry. It was interesting seeing a boat that never ‘turned around’ and was equipped with two bridges to make the back and forth easier to handle. The top deck was fun, but noisy and a bit windy.

Ferry Crossing_04

We brought along some ‘hiking snacks’ which we deploy in situations where either some light food or a distraction is useful. When possible we stop in at Winco grocery stores and raid their bulk food bins. Our snack today was green Australian licorice, which is a favorite of all.

Ferry Crossing_05

Being right in front, we had a great view as the ferry came into the terminal at Port Townsend. The ferry guys were awesome and fun with the kids in the few minutes before we climbed back into the truck.

Ferry Crossing_11

Driving off was much less worrisome than driving on. We pulled onto the exit road and headed through town to visit a friend, but more about that on our next post!

IMG_20141008_130258

 

Categories
General Information

Practicing Thanksgiving

wpid-sam_2918_1.jpg

The time has come for us to celebrate Thanksgiving again here in the United States. I know Canada beats us to it every year, but I’ll blame that on their earlier harvest schedules. It is easy to be discouraged as every year, Christmas(tm) marketing and sales begin earlier and earlier. The holiday can also be a great time for those frustrated with the past and origins of this tradition to voice their displeasure. Despite the easy to find frustrations, I love Thanksgiving.

It occurs to me every year as we engage in our traditions that I really could be more grateful ALL year long. As we begin to count and quickly run out of fingers and toes, I am reminded that “Blessing, and glory, and thanksgiving, and honor be unto our God.” (Revelations 7:12) As we consider his love, work, and compassion upon us, I cannot help but marvel at the depth of his love and patience.

Is it a bad thing that we devote one day each year to giving thanks? I propose that it is not a bad thing, as each year serves as a fantastic reminder that I should “Live in Thanksgiving Daily” (Alma 34:38) and that I should “do all things with prayer and thanksgiving.” (D&C 46:7)

We are spending the season this year with friends and family near where I grew up, in Petaluma, CA. It has been quite a few Thanksgivings since we’ve been here in Northern California, and we are enjoying our time here. I am grateful that our travels allow visiting so many friends and family as we travel, and that we can enjoy the holiday without hurry. I am grateful for the many friends we have, and the new friends that we meet as we travel and explore. Above all, I and grateful for Christ and his sacrifice for us. May I do better this year to remember his hand in my life, and express my gratitude for his love.

Categories
Oregon Road Stories

Road Story – Garbage in Bend, OR

After we left Crater Lake, we headed to Bend. We wanted to visit a few things in the area and it was a good place to spend the weekend and attend church. We had heard from some fellow travelers about a boondocking spot on China Hat Road, just south of Bend. It sounded like a great location, so we headed there to check it out.

We found several roads that led off into the trees just inside the forest boundary. We pulled off to the side near one, and unloaded our bikes. We’ve learned that scoping out boondocking spots BEFORE driving into them is a good idea. Not only a time-saver, it can often avoid getting seriously stuck on a bad road, stuck in a tight spot, or executing a long, painful back-out. Jess and I took off in different directions on bikes, and ended up finding a great little spot under some trees, with only one slightly worrisome section of road to navigate.

We backed into the spot, and immediately fell in love with the spot. Not only was there some trees right next to us for the hammock, we had NO neighbors. I had expected lots of folks out for the holiday weekend, but we were the only campers there. We had a great time in and around bed. Church was only 5 minutes away, which is particularly amazing for a boondocking spot.
10616819_1463335840615783_1208705799_n

One thing that we did notice is that there was way more garbage about then we usually find in a national forest. During one afternoon there, I grabbed some garbage bags and picked up garbage with the kids. We picked up cans, bottles, cigarrette buts, metal scraps, and even a cat scratching post. In all, we picked up about 6 or 7 small garbage bags of trash.

We later learned that our boondocking spot was a popular place for homeless folks to live. Other travelers had left after one night due to the ambiance of the neighborhood and lots of trash had been a constant problem. For the period just prior to our arrival, the National Forest had been closed for an Invasive Species Eradication. The closure must have cleared out that section, and nobody had returned at the time of our visit. As it was, we rather enjoyed our stay.

10616668_1461241854100623_1136396096_n

Being a boondocking spot, there was no trash cans or dumpsters nearby, so we hauled the garbage into Bend on our way out. We looked for some place to throw it away as we ran our errands. Every dumpster we found had a warning sign that unauthorized use would be prosecuted. Not wanting to complicate our day, we kept looking. Our final errand was to fill the gas tank before our drive. I was pondering our situation when I spotted a cop parked in the parking lot nearby.

I pulled up alongside the cop and rolled down the window. After explaining our predicament, we got a smile in return. “You are clearly doing more good than harm here, ” he said. He glanced at his laptop. “There are 7 officers in the city right now, and none of us would cite you for dumping that trash in someone else’s dumpster.”

Well, Thank You Officer. We drove by the nearest garbage can on the way out of town. We ignored the sign, opened the gate, and unloaded our pile of garbage from the back of the truck. It was quite refreshing to find someone understanding and willing to help us remove garbage from the forest, even if it was technically ‘against the rules.’

It felt good to do a little cleaning during a visit to a National Forest. Unfortunately, on a stop at the same spot a few months later, we discovered plenty more garbage that had accumulated. We didn’t get a chance to clean much that visit, as we were evicted by Forest Rangers. But that is a different story!

Categories
Daily Life Road Stories

Road Story: Emergency Rations, Rain, and… Raccoons!?!

We recently experienced a massive wandering failure. I pray that sharing it will somehow prevent something this awful from ever happening again.

It had been raining for the last week or two, and we had a clear, sunny day. I decided it was a perfect time to dry out (and clean out) the back of the truck. Our truck functions as a garage for us. I have a locking, roll top cover that keeps the rain off, and we have normal garage stuff in there: Chairs, bbq, generator, etc.

Our site at Cape Disappointment State Park had some room to empty the entire bed of the truck. I laid the damp stuff out to dry and collected things that we no longer needed. After a leisurely stop at the beach, I loaded stuff back into the truck. We decided to rearrange a few things. In particular, I moved our box full of emergency freeze dried food to the back, to make it easier to access pending the purchase of an appropriately sized tub. As it was going to rain the next day (again…) I headed out before bed and pulled in the awnings and put everything away.

I was feeling pretty proud of myself when I stepped outside the following morning, having prepared for rain so well the night before. It had been drizzling, and everything was pretty wet. I looked around, planning what I needed to do to hitch up and drive, as we were moving today. As I approached the truck, I realized with a bit of horror that I had not completely closed the roll-top cover, leaving a section of the bed exposed. Smugness dashed, I looked in the back of the truck to evaluate how wet things were. I was both emotionally and physically unprepared for the results.

Stuff was wet all right, but the condition of the truck was way worse. Remember the freeze dried emergency food I moved? The box had been thoroughly soaked by the rain.

AND TORN APART BY RACCOONS.

I suddenly realized with horror that the powdery stuff I had seen all over the truck was not litter-fall from the trees, but the powdered contents of our emergency freeze dried food. Every single vacuum-packed bag had been extracted from the now obliterated box and ripped open. The contents were strewn all over the back of the truck.

Imagine for a moment what eating un-rehydrated freeze dried food would do to your digestive system. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t kind to the racoons, who appeared to have vomited and pooped repeatedly during their freeze-dried buffet. Obviously pre-occupied with their feast, they had given little care what they soiled. They left horrific messes in my toolbag, on our outdoor mat, and all over the small tubs we have in the back of the truck.

I was too horrified to fully process the experience. Jess came out to help me clean up.

IMG_20141017_095410

We pulled everything out that had been, well, messed upon. Feeling grateful to have a water hookup, I attached our hose sprayer and we began washing everything off into the grass. The carnage hadn’t spread very far back into the truck, so much of the contents didn’t even need to be removed.

It took us an hour to complete the cleanup. Though all of our stuff was now wet from being washed (and being rained on…) it was now clean. We reloaded the truck and cleaned up our cleaning mess.

The rest of our day turned out great, but in comparison to our morning, just about anything would have been awesome. Lesson learned.