Wednesday, April 13, 2022

#90 March 2022 – Las Cruces

 

March 2022 – Las Cruces


I’ll start with the big news: This is our new home, or it will be on April 14 when we close. Yup, your eyes don’t deceive: no wheels!  

Despite our sour experience with the first house we tried to buy, we sucked it up and charged back into the fray. The real estate market in Las Cruces (LC) is still  pretty hot. The good houses came and went very quickly, so when this one popped up a few days after we returned from Benson we went to see it right away. That evening we made an offer, and two days later we had a deal. The inspection didn’t turn up any issues and the appraisal (finally) came through without any drama. All the pictures show it with their stuff, so you’ll have to wait until the next issue to see the rest of it. 

A park along the Rio Grande
LC is an interesting place, weather wise. These photos were taken two days apart in mid-month. Sheesh. It's a challenge to dress right.







Yup, that's snow










Since we sold or gave away most of our stuff when we moved into Ripley, we have been shopping, a lot. We are now familiar with most of the consignment stores, thrift shops and new furniture stores in LC at this point. More pictures after we get stuff in the house.

We haven’t spent all of our time on housing related issues, however. One of the reasons we chose LC is the spectacular backdrop of the Organ Mountains.


 

One morning we drove about 10 miles from town to one of the mountain sections of the Organ Mountains-Desert National Monument to hike a little and get away from everything to do with real estate, furniture, etc. As you can see from the pictures, the mountains are even more spectacular up close. We walked a couple of miles, which turned out to be plenty, given how little exercise we’d had lately. We certainly will be back, often. More pictures below.

It turns out that waiting for this house-buying process to wind through the steps  is pretty stressful. We’ve been cleaning up small projects on the coach and watching furniture ads on Craigslist. That is pretty pointless because we don’t have any place to put anything. We ordered a few new items because we have to buy things like chairs, tables and a couch just to move in. The highlight of our week is going to the farmers market on Saturday for really fresh tomatoes and tacos, and the everything-sourdough bakery on Tuesday for bread and bagels.

Las Cruces does have a couple of geograhic drawbacks: It's 220 miles to Trader Joe's in Albuquerque and 55 miles to Costco in El Paso. There is one decent wine shop in LC, but the prices are high and the selction could be a lot better. I foresee monthly pilgrimages to Costco to restock the cellar, aka closet.

Next month is going to test our stamina. We have to retrieve the contents of a storage unit in Phoenix that we haven't seen in eight years, collect all the stuff we accumulated in Benson and move all that and the stuff in Ripley into the house. Logistics is an art, and a hell of a lot of work. 

More soon,

Bob


Yes, that's still snow in the Organ Mountains





 

LC and the Rio Grande Valley

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

#89 – February 2022 – Las Cruces

 

February 2022 – Las Cruces   

It’s an easy five hour drive from Benson to Las Cruces (LC) that ends with the sudden appearance of the city and the Rio Grande valley as I 10 drops down a long grade. The distinctive road runner statue appears and you know you have arrived.

Every Saturday morning the craft and farmers
market takes over Main Street in LC

We’ve been looking forward to going to LC for months, ever since we decided to settle down here. Kayeanne has spent several hours a day researching the area, the neighborhoods, houses and realtors. I think she knows more than the natives do about the town, and especially the real estate market. We made a reservation for two months at Sunny Acres RV Park about a mile from downtown LC and began looking at houses the next day.

Like many area, the housing market in LC is very active. The good homes often sell within hours of being listed. A listing we called “the cup house” popped up a day or two before we arrived. The owners collected mugs and had about a hundred of them mounted in a custom-made wall unit. I think it was the fourth house we toured that first day. We liked it but had a few more to see the next day. Nothing else caught our eye, so when the house appeared on the open houses listing for that weekend we decide to take another, longer look, and that evening made an offer. After a little back-and-forth we had a deal. It was a little bigger than we wanted and hadn’t been updated inside, but it ticked most other boxes.

The owners wanted a fast escrow, so inspections were quickly scheduled, financing secured and an appraisal ordered. The home inspection turned up some troubling items that the owners unexpectedly pushed back on, but we worked through them. We weren’t happy, but decided that we would make most of the repairs ourselves. Then the appraisal came back substantially below the price we had agreed to. Everyone involved was surprised, to say the least. After the initial shock wore off, offers and counteroffers started flying back and forth. It quickly became apparent that the owners’ expectations were not in sync with ours or for that matter, with normal market practices when this occurs. We became pretty disenchanted with the owners and no longer trusted them. After much soul searching, we decided to walk away, despite being out of pocket about $1200 for the inspections, appraisal and title research.

While some of that drama was still going on, we returned to Benson for several days to wrap up some stuff in Tucson and to pack and clean the casita to get ready to give up our lease at the Co-op. We have certainly enjoyed our years there, but it didn’t make sense to hold onto it. And, of course, we want the money for new furniture, landscaping, etc..

It is quite amazing how much stuff we have accumulated in three years! It actually took me a couple of days to return some items to the coach, box up what we wanted to move to LC and to dump the rest. I had to make two trips to Walmart to buy boxes and tape!

On the 28th we returned to LC. We reserved the space at Sunny Acres thru April to remove any time pressure on our renewed search. Watch this space.

I really enjoyed reading two books this month: Welcome To The World, Baby Girl! by Fanny Flagg and The Blizzard Voices by Ted Kooser.

Knowing that LC doesn’t have Costco or Trader Joe’s, we stocked up on wine in 
Tucson at the end of January, and again before we left in February. Here are a few that stood out:

    Duck Hunter Sauv Blanc – 2020 NZ – G
    Kirkland Sauv Blanc 2021 NZ – VG
    Bieler Born to Run Cab - 2018 – CA - VVG
    Cavaliere D'Oro Chianti Classico Reserva 2017 - Italy – VVG
    Gekkeikan Sake – VG (bargain, esp. at TJ’s)

Sorry about the lack of pictures in this edition. I deleted the pictures of the house that fell through, and discovered that I hadn't taken many others. I'll try to make up for it next month.

More soon,

Bob





Monday, February 21, 2022

#88 January 2022 – Benson AZ

 

January 2022 – Benson AZ

Moonrise from the casita's back yard 

Pulling into the SKP Saguaro Co-op in Benson for the ninth or tenth time felt like home and I immediately started to relax. We had no sooner pulled into our lot and set up the coach than John Hahn stopped by to say hello, followed by a number of other folks that we have come to know over the years. Due to Covid, though, the atmosphere seemed somewhat subdued. The social calendar wasn’t as bare as it was when we left in April to head east, but it wasn’t back to the Co-op’s usual frenetic pace by any means.

Every evening the quail
come through the yard
Four days after we arrived, I turned out for the landscaping crew and was greeted by many familiar faces. The work wasn’t any easier, but it was good to see the crew and get back into the routine. Tuesday night Bingo restarted the following week after a long, long hiatus, and Kayeanne rejoined that crew, too. There was one show and a couple of dinners during January, but we aren’t yet comfortable with large indoor gatherings, so passed on them. One of the members came out of retirement and organized his signature Friday Fish Fry. The dinner tickets quickly sold out. We got two of the last ones and ordered ours to go, which appeared to be a popular choice.


With frequent trips to Tucson for our annual medical stuff the month flew by. A trip always included sushi for lunch and shopping at Trader Joe’s and Costco, so no complaints. It was really nice to get together again with Lynn, and Jackie and Kaz. We caught up with Ellen and Becky at Bingo, too.

We had such a good time last year wine tasting near Wilcox that we decided to return. We revisited Zarpara Vineyard to see their dog, a really friendly old Lab that is their official greeter. He comes right to the car and says Hi as soon as you open the door. Oh, yes, their wine is good, too. Try Origen, a red blend. Total Wines carries some Zarpara wines. We also went to Bodega Pierce, where the owners knocked themselves out to make us comfortable. I didn't care for their wines, but Kayeanne like one called Emotiva.

Pix by Kayeanne
Liesa was talking to someone in Salt Lake who used to live in Tucson who mentioned the Oasis Parrot Sanctuary in Benson. In all the years we’ve been coming to the Co-op, we have never heard of this place, but it sounded interesting so we made a reservation to visit.

This place has got to be the best kept secret I’ve never heard of. We’ve been coming to Benson since 2015 and no one ever mentioned it. It’s about 20 miles from “downtown” Benson, about 4 miles after the pavement ends on the road to Cascabel. We pulled into the yard and were the only car there. After guessing right about which door in which mobile home was the office, we were warmly greeted by enthusiastic volunteers, one of whom gave us a private, two hour guided tour of the many aviaries where over 850 parrots are living out their lives in comfortable, spacious quarters. 

It turns out that parrots can live more than 70 years, often outliving their owners. Oasis provides a refuge for these birds and many others, including some that are seized at the border from smugglers. By law, these birds can’t be returned to the wild. Others are captured after being set loose by negligent owners. Those poor birds have no idea how to survive in the "wild" of our cities and towns. 

A small staff of dedicated employees and volunteers tend to the daily physical, medical and emotional needs of this diverse, beautiful and very noisy community. The birds are clearly well cared for and most love to see visitors. We had a great time. If you are even passing through Benson, be sure to visit. Reservations are required, so plan ahead. It is way off the beaten path but really worth going. I’ve added more photos below. Donations are gratefully accepted.

Time for an announcement: After eight years on the road, we are going to take a break. Kayeanne has spent hours a day for six months researching areas where we might live and their real estate markets. A few months ago we decided to focus on Las Cruces, New Mexico. It seems to have most of the things we are looking for and is still (just barely) affordable. We pulled out of Benson on the first of February and headed to Las Cruces to see if we could find a house that we can make our home. Our travels will take a break for awhile, but we both hope it won’t be too long before we can get back out on the road part time to see our many, many friends. I’ll keep you posted.

I actually read this month:
I reread Sure Signs by Ted Kooser and enjoyed it even more.
Anxious People by Fredrik Backman. His newest book. I thought it was right up there with A Man Called Ove and My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry.
I couldn’t stay with Where the Deer and the Antelope Play by Nick Offerman. I had the same problem with his earlier book, so no more.

We drank several very good wines this month:
Don Ramon Barrica 2018 - Spain
Kirkland Napa Red Blend - 2019 - CA
Columbia Winery Cab 2018 – Columbia River Valley WA
Scharffenberger Brut Excellence - NV – CA (New Years eve!)
Castoro Syrah – Paso Robles - 2009 – CA (an Xmas present. Thanks, Chris)


More soon,

Bob

                   






Saturday, January 22, 2022

#87 – December 2021 – California

December 2021 – California    

This month we followed the plan we cancelled in 2020 when Covid was climbing through the roof and vaccines weren’t available. If it sounds familiar, it is the plan we have followed every December for five years: Salt Lake City to Simi Valley, on to Meadowbrook, and finally to Hemet for Xmas. 

We've tried to make the trip from SLC to Simi in two days, staying one night in a casino parking lot on the NV/CA state line. That's two very long days, and we are just not willing to do that anymore. Sand Hollow State Park in Hurricane, UT makes a good stop for the first night. Although it's a bit off the interstate, we have ususally been able to get one of the large pull through sites in the hill section. This year, we had to take a site in the ATV section on the other side of the lake. The site itself was fine, but the constant buzz and roar of those things became really annoying.

The casino we used to stay in at the NV line on the second night appears to be permanently closed, and alternatives are sparse on the stretch of I15 from Las Vegas to Barstow. After beating up Google Maps and various RV camping web sites, we decided to try the Mad Greek CafĂ© parking lot in Baker. The surroundings looked a little sketchy, but several trucks coming and going kept us company all night. One of the local gendarmes took a really, really long break in his cruiser under the tree next door, so security wasn’t a problem. We must have caught the cook at the Greek on an off night, though, because the food was pretty lousy. I ate there on a motorcycle trip to Death Valley many years ago and don't remember it to be quite as disappointing.

We took advantage of a relatively short final day to leave I15 in Barstow to avoid the Cajon Pass and I210. We took CA58 across to CA14. It’s several miles longer but the stress level is much lower. It’s also much easier than the alternative route via CA18 to CA14, too. Getting through Victorville on CA18 is no fun.

Rare-ish Red Shouldered Hawk
patrolled Tapo campground
Tapo Canyon County Park Campground in Simi Valley was the first place we stayed when we hit the road in 2014 and we have come back every year since, barring last year. The park price keeps going up and the showers are barely warm, but it’s about the only place to stay that let’s us visit friends in Thousand Oaks and Pasadena. Simi also has a Trader Joe’s and a Costco which let’s us overlook many other deficiencies.

It was so good to see everyone again. You may recall that we were lucky to see Judy, and Janie and Rick this summer as our paths crossed during our travels, but even six months seems like a long time between visits. Not seeing Kathryn and Jay, and Mary and Sam for two years was really much, much too long. We had so much to catch up on!



Judy organized a trip to LA to see the Van Gough digital multimedia show followed by lunch in Beverly Hills. Both were great fun, especially the show. It used the same computer controlled HD technology as the similar one that we saw in SLC, with equally spectacular results. The layout of the interior spaces in the two venues was quite different. That meant that there were unique viewing perspectives that one site offered that the other couldn’t match; both were very interesting. See more pictures below.

Having to show both vaccination cards and photo ids was annoying until I thought it thru and talked to one of the security folks, then it made sense and I became a firm supporter. The stories he shared about people trying to cheat the regulations were pretty disheartening. Dispite the hassles of getting around downtown LA, don't miss it if you are anywhere nearby or discover other venues on the tour. Thanks, Judy. 

Our time in Simi seemed to just fly by, and then it was time to head south to Meadowbrook RV Park in Perris, close to Lake Elsinore. I used to think nothing of driving the coach in SoCal, but it no longer has any appeal to me. The lanes must have gotten narrower and the traffic more aggressive in the past two years. I can do it without issues, but it takes 100% concentration and there are way, way too many thoughtless drivers in cars and in big trucks here. Ok, rant over.

Our original plan was to stay in Meadowbrook for two weeks, including Xmas week, and make the 50 mile round trip to visit family in Hemet whenever something was going on. It is much less expensive to stay there than at the Golden Village park in Hemet, and much closer than Jojoba Hills in Aguanga. The traffic on CA74 has gotten worse in two years, because it only took a couple of trips to realize that this plan wasn’t going to work. The only feasible park in Hemet is Golden Village Palms RV Resort. There were no online deals, so Kayeanne got on the phone and called the park office. It turned out that they were offering a 33% discount on weekly rates, including Xmas week. We quickly signed up and cancelled the second week at Meadowbrook.

Meadowbrook is the closest park we can find to visit Christine, Ed and Zack in San Juan Capistrano. It has been two years since we last saw them, too. We had hoped to meet them on the road this year, but issues with their business kept them anchored at home while that all got sorted out. It was so good to spend an afternoon and evening with them. Schroeder got to come, too, and had the run of the house, which he took full advantage of.  

Christine and Zack with bowl
Kayeanne brought her renown Covid Cupcakes for dessert at their house a few days before Xmas. We had such a good time that we forgot the frosting bowl. As much as we like that bowl we weren’t going to drive all the way back to get it. We’d miss it, but it wasn’t a family heirloom. Then Christine had a great idea: Zack just got his pilot’s license and wanted to do a practice flight, so they would deliver the bowl and meet us for lunch at the Hemet airport. Plan! Everything went fine, we got the bowl, and then their plane wouldn’t start. The flying club diverted another one to pick them up, so it all ended happily.

Golden Village Palms RV Resort does live up to its name: it actually is a resort, with pools, a spa, a health club, immaculately maintained spacious grounds, live entertainment, and an activity director. Apparently their season doesn’t begin until January because the place was less than half full, hence the deal. It is a great place to stay, but not at full price!

After all we’ve collectively been through this year, it was great to get together with Chris, Paul, Brenda, Katy and Ed for Xmas. We really missed seeing them last year. Paul, Brenda and Katy just moved into their new house, and Chris just finished putting lovely new floors throughout hers, so the holiday venues were especially festive this year. I cooked my dad’s traditional Xmas day fried bread for breakfast and was rewarded with lots of great stuff, including several new books that I am looking forward to reading, soon.

We also got together with Ted and Judy. We’ve known them for over 40 years (good grief), since before either of us had kids. They were headed to Las Vegas that day and very graciously detoured at least a couple of hours to meet us for lunch. I hope we can spend a lot more time with them soon.

We pulled out of Hemet on December 29th. We took our usual beating on I10 through Banning and Palm Desert (don’t get me started on CA’s roads) and gratefully turned off on US86 to get to I8. We decided to push on through Yuma this year to even out the two-day drive to Benson. A little research popped up the Oasis RV Park at Aztec Hills in Dateland, AZ, just about half way between Hemet and Benson. Dateland is barely a spot on the map, so we were a little skeptical of the glowing reviews for this place but they were right, it is a real gem of a park. The next day we rolled into the SKP Saguaro Co-op and were soon settled in.

We treated ourselves to an extravagant bottle of good champagne to toast in the long anticipated New Year. I am surprised to report that we both made it to midnight.

I really enjoyed reading Slouching Toward Nirvana by Charles Bukowski. Thanks Cory. I also reread Amor Towles Rules of Civility and enjoyed it even more. 

I am falling behind on the wines, or more accurately, we are discovering new ones faster than I can list them. I really like Petite Syrahs and here are two that I recently enjoyed:
    Michael David Petite Syrah – NV CA
    Shannon Ridge Petite Sirah - 2019
I discovered an old friend at Trader Joe's in Simi:
    Rancho Sisquoc River Red - 2020. If you see it, be sure to try it.

More soon,

Bob













 

 

Tuesday, December 14, 2021

#86 – November 2021 – OR, NV, CA (briefly), UT

#86 – November 2021 – OR, NV, CA (briefly), UT


Eugene
turned into a study of extremes. We really enjoyed spending time with Sharon and Gary. We ate good food together, went to interesting places, and had a great time. They have been in Eugene long enough to get to know it pretty well. I especially enjoyed walking with Gary one morning at Dorris Ranch, a working filbert nut farm that is also a national historic site and public park. Miles of trails wind through nut orchards separated by stands of mature forest. The property is immaculate, a testament to how it is valued by the many people who use it. The setting along the Willamette River is really worth making time to see. We had such a good time with them that we added four more days to our stay, and would have stayed even longer but couldn’t get space. When Oregon State plays football at home, every RV park is sold out months in advance.

We went to the Farmers Market one morning. At Gary’s urging, I bought a loaf of  sourdough bread at the Creswell Bakery booth. It was so good that we stopped at the bakery in Creswell to get more when we headed south a week later. Creswell is about 35 miles from Eugene. If you are in the area, be sure to stop, it’s well-worth the calories.

We also went to the Day of the Dead exhibit at the Maude Kerns Art Center. It took some pushing and tugging to get me to go, but once I got there I found it pretty fascinating. We caught the last day of that exhibit, but be sure to check the Kerns’ schedule. They put on similar short programs all year.

The other reason to visit Eugene was to get some work done on the coach. I think I mentioned that we had developed a diesel leak in the generator that I suspected was in the fuel return hose. We also hadn’t had the chassis inspected and lubricated in two years, because we missed our annual visit to Kaiser Brake and Alignment last year due to Covid closures.

We went to Kaiser first, and everything seemed fine, until they pointed out that we had unusual tire wear issues. A blow out on a 26 ton coach will be expensive, and can also be quite dangerous. Coach tires are usually replaced every seven years. We were in the sixth year on this set, so I wasn’t budgeting for them this year. But, I don’t skimp on tires or brakes, so we now have new tires, a $4,800 surprise.

Fall in Eugene
A couple of days later we took Ripley to Cummins Coach Care in Coburg. It turned out that I was right, the fuel return line had simply worn out where it passed through the frame that the generator is mounted on.  You can’t see where it is routed, you have to make the repair by feel. It took one of the techs less than an hour to replace it, so practice clearly counts

Cummins had a late cancellation, so we were able to get the 120,000 mile engine service done that day, too. The first service beyond fluid changes on our Cummins ISM engine is called “running the rack”, where the valve, injector and Jake brake clearances in the cylinder head are checked and adjusted. That service costs about $300 in a truck, but $500 in our coach because the access to half of the cylinder head is through a hatch in the closet floor. I haven’t noticed any change in how the engine runs, but the Jake brake performance is noticeably better.

Schroeder was mesmerized. Geese were
everywhere at VotR
With real regret we left Gary and Sharon and started the first leg of the trip to spend Thanksgiving with Liesa and Cory in Salt Lake. The first stop was Valley of the Rogue State Park, just south of Grant's Pass. I think this is our third visit to VotR. We were able to reserve the best spot in the park, F27, a huge site on the back row as far as possible from the noise of I5. Schroeder clearly remembered the park, too. He headed right for the field where the cows were grazing the last time we were here.

We like this park, but this year it was our second choice. We prefer to stay in Ashland at Emigrant Lake County Park, but the whole park was reserved for forest fire evacuees. Either park is an easy drive from Eugene, and there is nothing second-rate about VotR. We’d spent enough time in Grant's Pass and Medford that we didn’t feel like we needed to see more so we went wine tasting instead. 

The park is about as close to the center of the Southern Oregon Wine Region as you can get. There must be more than a hundred wineries in four districts within fifty miles. After some research on Google, we picked the Applegate Valley, and Devitt Winery and Augustino Estate and Vineyard in particular.

Devitt is a very small, rustic, family operation. The founders’ grandson took over the business a few years ago. He does everything from planting and harvesting grapes, carpentry and wine making, to manning the tasting room. We had a nice time talking to him and the other visitors  while tasting a few of his wines. Schroeder was also welcome in the tasting room and quickly made himself at home. The wines were drinkable but not noteworthy, but we bought a couple of bottles to support his hard work. That said, we’d go again for the ambiance and company, if not the wine.

Augustino is on the other end of the spectrum. It’s a big operation with two tasting rooms, event spaces, a kitchen, outdoor patios with heaters, servers, and relentless sales pressure. The woman running the place shouldn’t be. Despite her vocal claims otherwise, I thought the wines were pretty lousy and overpriced, so we didn’t buy any. The food was good, though. It was just overpriced.

I don't like traveling. I am not happy
Like the past couple of years, cold weather and early snow forecasts dictated that we take the southern route to Salt Lake. We prefer to cross Oregon on US 20 or US 26, but boondocking at this time of year risks running the batteries flat to keep the heat on all night. That means we need to find RV parks with electric hookups at reasonable mileage intervals. Several RV parks in central Oregon are closed for the season by now, so route planning is a challenge. Heading south to Reno and crossing Nevada on I80 adds about 100 miles to the trip, but it avoids the coldest weather and we can find parks with hookups where we need them.

Our first stop was Days End RV Park on US 395 in Standish California. This is a small, family owned park about 10 miles north of Susanville. Most of the spaces are taken by long term residents, but they have a dozen or so large pull thru sites reserved for folks traveling through. “Large pull thru sites” are exactly what we look for so we don’t have to take the car off the dolly. The park was spotless, the price was reasonable and we just fit in the site.

Day two ended in Fernley Nevada at the Desert Rose RV Park. This is a much bigger park, but the spaces weren’t long enough to leave the car connected, so we took the opportunity to do a little shopping. The showers at this park are terrific.

The third day was a bit of a grind, as we decide to push harder and get to Salt Lake a day early. We stayed the night at Valley View RV Park in Elko last November and decided to try it again. This place is pretty run down and most of the residents are clearly long term. The pull thru spaces for transients are narrow and much too short, but the roads are wide and no one has a problem with us sticking way out. The price is certainly right, too: $15 a night for 50 amp power is great.

We are always happy to pull into the Pony Express RV Resort in North Salt Lake, about 8 miles from Liesa’s apartment in downtown Salt Lake City. The place is very well kept and the staff is always pleasant and helpful. The facilities are all you could ask for, there is plenty of space to walk Schroeder and all the services we need are close by. Unfortunately, it is quite expensive and the limited options are equally pricey.

We had one more coach service to complete, so one morning we disconnected and went across town to Smith Power, the regional service center for Allison Transmissions. It was time to change 36 quarts of oil and a couple of filters in the transmission. The service itself was straightforward, but the whole experience was very frustrating. They don’t make appointments for routine services, so when we arrived we were put in the queue. We came early and were told we were second in line. Four hours later, after some prodding, we finally got pulled into the service bay. The whole service took 45 minutes, but then I had to wait over a half an hour to get a bill! Needless to say, I was not a happy customer, and they knew it  The service people seem to know what they are doing, but the front office is truly screwed up. We won’t be back.

We were very happy to see Liesa and Cory. Even though she joined us for a few days in June in New Hampshire it still seemed like it had been a long time. We hadn’t seen Cory in a year. Cory’s family graciously invited us to Thanksgiving dinner in Clearfield, about 30 miles north of the city. We had a great time and just stuffed ourselves on really good food. His mother knows no restraint when it comes to side dishes. Her corn casserole and mac ‘n cheese were especially good.

Cory and Liesa work non-traditional schedules, so when they both have the same day off, we make plans. We met at their place in downtown Salt Lake one afternoon for lunch and a walk. We set out for Mexican food, and decided to try a new place that turned out a bit sub-par. The food notwithstanding, we had a great time. Trying to decipher Cory’s very Southern jargon is fun. 

Liesa strongly suggested that we see the “From Monet to Kandinsky” exhibit at The Leonardo Museum.  I’m not sure how to describe this, but think of 40 computer controlled HD projectors showing moving images of fabulous art across every wall and floor in a space that has square walls, mirrored walls and not-square walls. The visuals and the music were just amazing. If this comes anywhere near you, be sure to go. 

Liesa also suggested that we visit the Loveland Living Planet Aquarium in Draper Utah. No one is going to confuse it with SeaWorld, but we had fun. Lots of fish, some penguins, colorful birds, a sloth (?) and a hodgepodge of tropical plants, reptiles and a few spiders made it a somewhat confusing but pleasant experience. I’m glad we went midweek, because the number of kids there on weekends must be overwhelming.







Did I mention how cold it was in Salt Lake? Brilliantly clear, sunny skies and starry nights meant chilly days and nighttime temperatures that usually fell into the 20’s. When we arrived at Pony Express and plugged in the utilities, I broke out the heated water hose and I’m glad I did; we needed it. We both agreed that we are wusses; we were sorry to leave Liesa, but couldn’t wait to head south. 

On the first of December we started our flight to warmer climes.

We will spend December in California, then on to Arizona.

Trader Joe’s and Costco in Eugene really excel in their wine offerings, and we took full advantage. Here are three that I really liked:
    Trader Joe's Reserve Shiraz 2018 - Barossa - Australia
    Paso A Paso Tempranillo 2018 – Spain - Costco
    iLauri Bajo Montepulciano D'Abruzzo – Italy -Trader Joe’s

Hard Drive: Bill Gates and the making of Microsoft by James Wallace & Jim Erickson is an older book, covering Gates and his company from inception through 1992. You probably need to have been in the computer business in that period to find it interesting.

More soon,

Bob

 

Gary, Sharon and Kayeanne at DotD
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 








 

The sloth was bashful, this guy wasn't

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, November 13, 2021

#85 - October 2021 – Nehalem OR

October 2021 – Nehalem OR

It’s October, so for the seventh year we are camp hosts at Nehalem Bay State Park. I think we both finally felt like the cross country trip was over. We still have about 2,000 miles to go to actually close the loop back to Benson, but it doesn’t seem so far now.

The trip up the coast from Cape Blanco went smoothly. We even nailed docking the coach into site A2; it only took us two attempts this year. We hadn’t finished settling in when the first camper wanted to buy firewood. We have worked with the same ranger team and a couple of the other camp hosts for several years, so once we picked up the keys and dug out our snazzy brown official Oregon State Park Volunteer vests we were open for business.

The last few years the weather here was pretty warm and sunny, and we were lulled into forgetting where we were: the infamous north Oregon coast in the fall. This year reminded us what the real “normal” is: unremitting rain, wind, chilly and overcast. I think we had maybe six days all month when it didn’t rain, and then it really blew. The wind was so strong one night that we pulled in the slides. The next day we asked the rangers to cut down a tree next to the coach. It was moving so much that we expected it to fall on us. Last year they took down two trees that threatened to fall on us, and I think this is the one we thought might be next. 

It gets really windy 
During a brief lull, I pulled the coach out of the site and a crew dropped the tree,
cut it up and hauled it away. We were back in the site and hooked up in less than 30 minutes, feeling much safer. Unfortunately, in all the excitement we forgot to take pictures.

After so many years in the same place at the same time, we start to recognize some of the campers and they remember us, too. One extended family has reserved the same four sites every year we’ve been here. The matriarch of the clan seems to do nothing but cook all week. We helped them with some small issue last year and she sent us some of her clam chowder, which is the best I’ve ever eaten. Just before they pulled out this year, once again she sent over a half a gallon of really outstanding chowder. Kayeanne sent her back some whipped cream-frosted chocolate cupcakes (excellent!!) that, I’m happy to say, she thought a fair trade. She asked for the recipe. Boy, that chowder was good.

Kayeanne took this beautiful picture
One clear evening we headed to the beach near sunset to scatter Lucy’s ashes. She so loved this place that it seemed like the right time. We sat on some driftwood and drank a little wine while we reminisced about our lovely girl. As the sun set we let her free. I swear I saw her running toward the sun in joyous bounds. Schroeder clearly saw something, too, so I’m sure she was there. Boy, do we miss her.


Really big trees!
After so many years, you’d think we had seen most of what  there was to see in
this area. For some reason we’d never been to Oswald West State Park, despite it being part of the same park management unit and just 10 miles or so from Nehalem Bay. We’ve driven right through it  at least a dozen times headed north to Seaside, Cannon Beach, Warrenton and Astoria. In fact, we were driving by it to go to Costco in Warrenton when we decided that enough was enough: we were going to see what we were missing.  

As soon as we headed down the trail to the beach, it was clear why this park is one of the most popular in Oregon. Just look at the pictures! The Short Sand Creek Trail is the most direct route to Short Sand Beach and the picturesque cove that surrounds it. The trail follows the creek as it winds through huge Sitka Spruce, western red cedar and western hemlock trees that tower overhead. The white sand beach is embraced by steep headlands covered in trees. The tide line has large tangles of driftwood that are twisted and weathered into fantastic shapes. The northern part of the cove is a well known surf spot and a number of surfers took advantage of the rare sunshine the day we visited. If you are in the area, be sure to visit. There are miles of trails in the park that wind through the forests and lead to beautiful, sweeping coastal vistas.

Schroeder loves the beach
Nehalem Bay State Park is usually sold out every weekend at this time of year. The first two weeks of October are also very popular if the weather is reasonable. This year, not so much. Oregonians are hardy folk, and don’t let a little rain interfere with their fun. The weather this year, though, really put a damper on things. Folks would arrive for a week's stay decked out in their foul weather gear and wearing determined smiles and pull out a couple of days early, defeated by the wind and rain. Camping is supposed to be fun, and only the most determined and prepared folks seemed to be having any.  

 I did get in a few fires

This month seemed to fly by. We weren’t especially busy, there weren’t any drunks to contend with, no epic parking failures to unsnarl, not even any loud parties running too late. For whatever reason, it was suddenly time to go. We pulled out on the 31st to spend a week in Eugene getting some coach repairs done and visiting with Sharon and Gary Sams. We also need a Trader Joe’s and Costco resupply.





Speaking of wine, here are a few that we enjoyed:

Costco currently sells a wooden box of four French Bordeaux’s that each carry a 90 or 91 point rating. The box sells for $30, or $7.50 a bottle! I liked all of them, and just bought two more boxes. The boxes we bought contain:

Bel Ormeau Bordeau 2018

Chateuax Thomas Bordeaux 2018

Haute le Valette Bordeaux 2018

Chateau de Lyde Bordeaux 2018


Kayeanne also liked:
Brancott Sauv Blanc 2020 NZ
Allan Scott Sauv Blanc 2020 NZ

 

No books to report this month. I’m becoming illiterate, I guess.

From Eugene we will make our way to Salt Lake to spend Thanksgiving with Liesa, then on to California for December

More soon,

Bob

More pictures below:

Short Beach at Oswald West State Park 

Happy campers. Kayeanne took this one, too

Pure joy

More trees at Oswald West




It's a gale but this Lab needs his ball time