A friend, Anne Martin, is an avid quilter.  And she is a perfectionist. Wherever two pieces of materials come together, the points meet exactly, the mitred corners are perfect.  In the Northwest she has won multiple awards and prizes for her work.

Yesterday Anne took 34 of her 47 (that she hasn’t given away) quilts to the Lutheran church in Yuma for a “trunk show”. Here are photos of some of the quilts:

Summertime Plans

Despite the temperatures being in the 80s, it’s not summertime here in Yuma, AZ yet.  Besides I wanted to talk about something else.  We’ve made our plans made for this summer already!

I used to (and still do) aggravate Trish to no end.  She would ask what my plan was for the day, and I had no idea.  I have always been the type of person that “wherever the wind blows” was good enough for me.  Now, we not only have an itinerary for this summer, but also an itinerary into next year!

We’ve always wondered about work camping … staying at a park and getting all or some of our rent paid.  It has seemed like a way to see an area and to stay inexpensively.

Last year we spent 5 days in Colorado Springs.  We loved the area and decided that we’d go back and spend more time looking around whenever we could.  Well, time is going by so quickly these days that “tomorrow” might never come, so we decided to go back this summer and got a work camping job where we will be staying.  We’re going to be there from mid-April until the end of September.

Happy Anniversary!

One Year!

Good bye dinner.

One year ago today, February 1, 2016, we left a nice life along the banks of the Feather River.  We were surrounded by people we love (with a little turnover to keep life interesting) and who love us.  It was comfortable.

One year ago today we finished loading the trailer and the truck, said our “goodbyes” and drove off for parts unknown.

Of course, we had no idea what lie ahead, we just knew that we needed to see it.  We’ve seen some beautiful sights and met some wonderful people, some who’ve become friends.  The people seem to be the best part of travel.

Life is interesting.  I firmly believe that it must be lived to its fullest, because tomorrow may not be there.  We were told that same thing by a couple we know from Paradise, CA.  They used to be full-time RVers but had to give it up because of failing health.

Yesterday, 10am

We met “E” & “B” 5 years ago, when they came off the road.  They’d just bought THE motorhome of their dreams … and then had to come off the road.  “B” is having a difficult time “kicking” pneumonia … and is 90 years old.  He also has dementia.  They just sold their dream motorhome and they’re finished travelling very far from home.

We drove up to Quartzsite on Saturday to meet “E” & “B”.  It may have been the last time we’ll see them together.  The one thing they emphasized to us was to “do it” while we have the chance, because we have no idea when it will end.

Trish and I are in reasonably good health and I’m very happy we’re out here while we still can.  That could end tomorrow.

An Angel

It was about 1985 when I first met her.

She was the wife of someone I worked with and I met her when invited to their home.

Over the years she became part of my family, and I hers.  I loved her like the sister I never had.  She was the sweetest, kindest, most accepting person I knew.

After a long struggle with Alzheimer’s, this morning she moved on to be with God, while the rest of the world lost an angel.  Patricia (Pat) Robbins, you are loved and your family is in our thoughts and prayers.

Bryce

I woke this morning having worked myself into a froth during the night.

It actually took a few nights of not very good, or long, sleep before I reached a froth. But, the result was the same.  I woke up bawling my eyes out, telling Bryce how much I love him, telling him good-bye, and wondering what I was going to say to everyone. I mean, he has worked his way into a lot of people’s hearts.

I can hear a huge collective “GASP!” now, so let me tell an abridged version of what’s been going on.

Thursday night, or Friday morning Bryce started acting strangely. He yelped when we picked him up, but it didn’t seem related to pressure in any particular spot. Bryce usually walks slowly, but I’m certain we were passed by a desert tortoise a few times.  Bryce sleeps a lot, about as much as I wish I could on certain days, but he took to sleeping 23 hours a day. He stopped eating as much and didn’t want to go out for walks, except at 4am or 3am. Hence, the stupor I currently find myself in.

Luckily, this morning, Trish was of a cooler and more rational mind. Which is pretty good considering she hadn’t had her morning coffee yet. Trish called the veterinarians office someone recommended and got us a walk-in slot, and we got Bryce examined.

Bryce’s blood-work came back “clean”, except for some pancreas numbers that were slightly elevated. His x-rays looked very good. Then this little light tried to shine through the froth. About Wednesday or Thursday I had given Bryce some fatty meat. When I said those words, the bewildered and concerned look started to disappear from the doctor’s eyes. She sent us home with a prescription of pain killers and anti-inflammatories.

And, now that we’ve paid off the national debt, you can all breathe a bit easier.

Restart

I’ve been thinking that I need to restart blogging our trips.

It’s funny how that sometimes several things come together to make something happen.  Last night I was texting with a friend about the flooding in Northern California, about a friend’s return from vacation and how she was looking forward to hearing about it, and a distasteful job she had to perform.  My friend asked when I was going to start posting pictures again.

Here’s my first picture.  It doesn’t do what we could see of the sunset justice.  It was absolutely beautiful.

I would like to post pictures that weren’t posted from the last 5 months, but don’t be too disappointed if I don’t make it.

Fortuna Foothills, Arizona

We’ve arrived, and maybe we’ll finally get some warm weather.  Actually, it was 75 degrees when we arrived.

This is our first time to Yuma and we’re trying something new.  Rather than staying in an RV park, we have rented half a lot in a neighborhood.

I never knew something like this existed.  There are lots spread around through the neighborhood that have no buildings, or perhaps just a utility/storage shed.  The lots do have hookups similar to those in an RV park, providing space for 2 to 3 RVs at one time.

Other lots may have a casita, providing a little extra room for living.  Then others have nice homes, some with room for parking an RV and others without.  It makes for a really diverse looking neighborhood and a diverse group of residents.

Pahrump, Nevada

While in Bullhead City last Spring, we made friends with a couple of women who were across the road from us.  Every time we talked to them in the past year, they asked us to come stay with them at their house in Pahrump.

When we decided that it was time to look for warmer climes, we drove like crazy to beat the weather over the mountains, and got to Pahrump without having to drive over any nasty roads.

When we arrived at our friend’s house, it was nice and warm … until the sun went down.  The first or second night we were there, it froze hard enough that our water pressure regulator gauge froze and broke.  It froze every night we were there.

Pahrump, Nevada is really pretty, with some beautiful views.  I would suggest going any time other than winter though.  We just had to move somewhere we didn’t freeze to death every night.

Waldport, Oregon

We had a really good time here.  Trish and I went crabbing probably 20 out of the 30 days we stayed. During that time we must have caught somewhere around 60 Dungeness Crab.  In the photos above, Trish is holding one of the crabs she caught.

We walked all through town and down to the beach.  We spent so much time walking around and talking with people the townspeople started recognizing us and asking how we had done with our crabbing efforts.  The boat captains even started asking how we’d done and comparing the catches of their boat with us.

Besides that, we had some wonderful friends who came down to visit (but mostly to share our crab).

We had some absolutely beautiful sunsets’ but it started getting very windy, rainy, and cold.  It got to where we hurt because of the wet and the cold seeping into our very bones.  We decided that in order to live a good life we had to get somewhere warmer and drier.  The die was cast.  We headed out for warmer and drier weather 5 days later.