A Vagabond Life

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Eastward Bound

After more than six months on the road, the Vagabond tour has reversed course and is heading east! We departed the Davis-Mothan Air Force Base family campground in Tucson last week and have made our way to Texas. After visiting family and swapping out cold weather clothes for more summer items at our storage space, we’ll continue east and eventually stop in North Carolina for Nick and Ashley’s wedding! We’re super excited about the wedding and about getting together with family members coming in for the event.

Tucson was a wonderful place to hang out for three months during the winter. Besides enjoying reasonably mild weather, staying in one spot for an extended period allowed us meet many great people and make several new friends. Some people staying on the base campground were part-time campers and the rest were living a Vagabond life full time. We couldn’t tell who was full-time and who was not unless we asked because everyone was so laid-back.

After more than six months on the road, we have to admit that a Vagabond life is liberating. Owning less “stuff” means there less to worry about, and the people we’ve become friends are the genuine article. No one talks about money or social status – there’s no keeping up with the Jones. No one is out to prove anything to anyone. The people we’ve become friends with are comfortable with who they are and have no desire to be around people who have a problem with that. We’re all there living a dream and being part of each other’s dream.

All this probably sounds like Fantasyland to some people. They are, unfortunately, people who think human existence is hopeless. For those folks, I have some relief. There’s a place south of Tucson where you can blow-up half the world (the other half). The Titan Missile Museum south of Tucson is the last remaining Titan missile site on US soil. All others have been imploded. For a modest fee, you can tour the site, see the missile, and may even be selected to “turn the key” in the control room.

Daria had this honor during our tour.  She sat at the control desk and turned one of two keys 90 degree clockwise for 5 seconds. The tour guide didn’t turn the other key simultaneously so there was no missile launch (plus about 10,000 other reasons like no fuel in the rocket). I asked how she felt afterward and could she do it for real? Daria said it would have been very hard to turn the key but that she would follow the President’s orders.

I know how Daria felt about turning that key. Back in 1988, I was one of two pilots in my squadron who was qualified to carry and drop nuclear weapons. Here’s a little about how that worked: we would fly into bad-guy territory very fast and at a very low altitude; when in range, I would pull back on the stick and go vertical, the computer would throw the bomb high into the atmosphere, and I’d perform a split-S maneuver and head for the hills; the bomb would parachute down and explode at altitude, incinerating everything within 25 miles; at top speed our aircraft would put us about 12 miles away. Get the picture?

For all the good we took from our stay in Tucson, we unfortunately left something behind that was near and dear to our hearts. Major, one of our two trusted K-9’s, crossed the Rainbow Bridge into Dog Heaven.

Daria wrote Major a eulogy:

How do I start to talk about Major? It’s so hard to do.

You see, back in 2008, we wanted to get Rocko a friend.  Bandera had a dog and cat shelter called Cowboy Capital Pet Assistance League.  We went to the facility and there were quite a few dogs to choose from.  As we walked around, I saw a little dog cowering in the corner of his kennel. We walked up to his cage to coax him to come but he would have nothing to do with us, so we continued looking.  None of the other dogs gave me that good feeling of our soon to be Major.

Rick was talking with the volunteers when I went back to Major’s cage. I sat down on the ledge and talked to him until he cautiously walked over to me. Then he sat down, looking at me, probably wondering if I was a human that could possibly be good to him.  He came closer so he could smell my hand and I slowly stuck my fingers in and started petting him.  He seemed to enjoy that until I moved to get a little more comfortable…he ran away to his corner.  I was able to coax him back over until Rick walked up and once again he ran away.  I was thinking what abuse did this poor little dog go through before he ended up in this cage.

I told Rick that this is the one that we should adopt. We talked to the volunteers and asked if there was a way we could take him home to meet his new buddy to make sure that they got along. They said that we could foster him and if for any reason the friendship with Rocko didn’t work out, we could bring him back.  I was already thinking there was no way that I could bring back this poor, scared dog.

Long story short, the two dogs got along.  What we didn’t realize is that Major was probably abused by someone in a baseball cap because he ran away every time Rick wore one.  It took a while for Major to understand that we were not going to abuse him.  He wouldn’t go up to strangers for several years, but towards the end of his life that changed and he walked up to most people he met.

Major started retaining fluid and became lethargic.  We took him to the vet and the Doc said that the left side of his heart wasn’t strong and he maybe had 2-3 months left, but not 2-3 years.  By adopting him we gave him the best life a dog could ask for.  He was able to live on 58 acres and roam.

One final note, Angus, our black lab took everything in stride and he’s getting LOTS of attention! That’s all for now.

Happy New Year!

5 Months 12 Days

It’s 2017 and we’ve been on the road for two years! Not really. It’s been only 5 months, but those months cover part of 2016 and so far 1 month in 2017. The funny thing is it seems like only yesterday we sold our ranch and left the homesteading life.

At first we found it odd to say we live on the road. Now “We’re traveling full time” just rolls off our tongues. Most people are usually impressed with that answer and ask, “How is it?” We’re actually very fond of this mobile lifestyle. It’s low stress, low cost, there’s no mortgage, no grass to cut, we can change scenery any time we like, and we can visit people we haven’t seen in a while without the hassle of finding a hotel room. We’ve already met many wonderful people and made a lot of new friends. We’ve also had the time to stop at places we never had time for and can stay a few days, or not.

How long can we maintain this Vagabond life, moving from one RV park to another every few weeks? The people who camped next to us last week have been doing this for 18 years. We’re not sure if we’ll be on the road that long, but this could be just the beginning for us.

We’ve been camping in Tucson since November and have made several side trips. Last month, we visited Saguaro National Park, Mount Lemmon in Santa Catalina Mountains, the Airplane Boneyard on Davis-Monthan Air Force Base, traveled to St. Louis where we got the entire family together, went to a Tucson Roadrunner’s hockey game, and rang in the New Year with 330,000 of our friends on the Las Vegas Strip.

East of Tucson is Saguaro National Park East. The park is home to the nation’s largest cacti, the giant saguaro. It’s the universal symbol of the old American west. These plants are large, tree-like columnar cacti that can develop branches (or arms) as they age.  Saguaros are covered with protective spines, white flowers in the late spring, and red fruit in summer.   These majestic plants are found only in a small portion of the United States, and although not a protected species, Arizona has strict regulations about the harvesting, collection or destruction of this species.

Mt. Lemmon is in the Santa Catalina Mountains within the Coronado National Forest north of Tucson. At its peak is the Mount Lemmon Observatory, which was formerly the site of a USAF radar base of the Air Defense Command, and the building that formerly housed a military emergency radar tracking station for landing the Space Shuttle at White Sands Missile Range. Mount Lemmon is 9,157 feet above sea level and receives approximately 180 inches (4.6 m) of snow annually, and that means snow skiing. Mount Lemmon Ski Valley has one lift and 21 runs. There’s no snow making equipment, so the ski season depends entirely on the weather. We were told the runs could be open as few as 2 days in a season and as long as 4 months.

The Airplane Boneyard on Davis-Monthan Air Force Base is where military aircraft go to die. Officially called the 309th Aerospace Maintenance and Regeneration Group, tours of the “Boneyard”/AMARG are offered daily by the Pima Air and Space Museum. I went on the tour, and it brought tears to my eyes. All the aircraft types I few in the Marine Corps from 1981-1988 are now sitting in the boneyard to be converted to scrap; the T-34C, T-2, TA-4, and the A-6E. There are over 4,000 aircraft in the Boneyard. Most will be used for parts and then scrapped. A few aircraft will make it back in the air after rework or end up as a static display.

Daria and I also experienced some local culture. Tucson is a growing city with an abundance of young and talented people. There’s always something interesting going on. We attended a Road Runners Hockey game, enjoyed the production of Fiddler on the Roof by the Arizona Theater Company, and strolled through a huge art fair called the 4th Avenue Winter Street Fair.

Christmas was a first for the Ferri family. All the children, spouses, grandchildren, and future grandchildren were there. Words cannot describe how wonderful it was for us! Thomas and Jess hosted the memorable event.

The month was capped off attending a party with 330,000 other people who took to Las Vegas Boulevard to ring in the New Year. There were so many people we literally could not move for a few minutes. I’ve never been concerned in a crowd, but I was concerned in this one. I managed to shove our way through to an open spot in front of Caesars Palace just as the fireworks went off – and they were great! Been there, done that – checked off our bucket list.

We’ll be in Tucson for another month before heading east again. We will try to write more…but then, where does the time go? Happy New Year to all!

Day 121: The November Blog

We intended to blog more often than once per month. Where does the time go? Here’s what we’ve been up to since leaving Corpus Christi in mid-October.

We first stopped at our old stomping ground in Medina, Texas, where we caught up with friends and attended the wedding of Tim and Gali Showell. It was a gala country wedding with Travis Klaassen performing the ceremony.

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Medina is also building a new fire house and we saw the building being framed. This was a long time coming. I was in the fire department as a board member five years ago when a new fire house was in the wishful thinking stage. Communities like Medina have no local government funding for their departments. All the money comes from the local community and an occasional grant from the forestry service. Kudo’s to Medina!

We headed west after leaving Medina. How far west was still unknown at the time. We needed to decide where to spend the winter.  Wherever we ended up was going to be on US soil, have a reasonably warm climate, and decent shopping. We turned the trailer toward the setting sun and off we rolled!

One of our favorite stops along the route was in Fort Davis, Texas. This mountainous area is a blend of drop-dead gorgeous scenery, frontier military history and recent space-age technology.

Fort Davis was formally a rough-and-tumble boarder settlement originally known as Chihuahua.  The military post of Fort Davis was established on the site of an earlier Indian village called Painted Comanche Camp. The National Park Service calls Fort Davis one of the best surviving examples of an Indian Wars’ frontier military post in the Southwest. From 1854 to 1891, the fort protected emigrants, mail coaches, and freight wagons on the Trans-Pecos portion of the San Antonio-El Paso Road and on the Chihuahua Trail. This road was also used extensively by prospectors heading west seeking their fortune during the California Gold Rush. Now it was our stop west.

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Old becomes new about 20 miles northwest of Camp Davis at the site of the McDonald Observatory. The site is part of the University of Texas at Austin, College of Natural Sciences. Davis Mountains offered some of the darkest skies in the continental United States. The first telescope was erected in the late 1930s and much more has been added since.

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Today, the observatory offers a wide range of state-of-the-art instrumentation for imaging and spectroscopy; the 0.8 m Telescope, the 2.1 m Otto Struve Telescope, the 2.7 m Harlan J. Smith Telescope, and the 10 m Hobby-Eberly Telescope; 1 m node of the globally networked Las Cumbres Observatory Global Telescope (LCOGT), one of two robotically controlled 1.2 m MOnitoring NEtwork of Telescopes (MONET), a 0.51 m telescope dedicated to optical aeronomy, and one of four globally networked Robotic Optical Transient Search Experiment (ROTSE) telescopes. The observatory also operates one of the first and most productive lunar ranging stations. Don’t ask what any of this means but it’s all very impressive to look at!

Heading west for a few more days and we found ourselves in Tucson, Arizona. There is a lot to see in the area and we were told temperatures rarely get into the 30’s. So, we decided to say here for the winter. That being said, the last two nights have been near freezing!

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Another attraction of Tucson is that Las Vegas is less than a one day drive. The Arizona state highway from Tucson to Vegas goes through beautiful desert and mountainous terrain and the scenery is spectacular.  This makes visiting my parents very easy and we traveled to them over Thanksgiving week. The food alone was worth the trip (just joking of course!). The Care Package my mother gave us to take back only lasted a few days. We plan to bring a bigger cooler next time.

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Day 81: The Case of the Missing Bloggers

We have been delinquent in our duties as bloggers. Time has flown by so fast over the past three weeks we haven’t had a chance to put it all in writing.

After leaving Mammoth Caves National Park in Kentucky, we headed to Scott Airforce Base just east of St. Louis. From here we staged several trips northwest of the city to St. Charles to see our son Thomas, our daughter-in-law Jess, and our three grandsons, Tyson, Desmond and Brady. It was our first time meeting Brady.

It was an exciting visit and fun to see how the three boys are developing. Tyson has become a studious four-year old who loves to do connect-the-dots and play with his dinosaurs. Desmond is a talkative and extremely active two-year old who is into everything. Two month old Brady has a full head of dark hair and was struggling to figure out when to sleep and how much to eat. He was baptized the last weekend we were in town and it was nice to be there for the ceremony.

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We took a side trip during our visit to Lake of the Ozarks Army Recreational Area. This lake stretches for miles and is very beautiful especially at sunset. The military recreation area was ideal. The campsites were large and there were dozens of cabins of all sizes for military personnel and their families to enjoy. There weren’t many cabins being used at the time because we visited during a school week.

We started heading south after leaving the St. Louis area. Our next destination was Eureka Springs, Arkansas. We camped only for one night to see a friend but will definitely be going back to this area. The topography is really interesting with winding roads, waterfalls, and clear pools of spring water. The town of Eureka Springs is a collage of old brick buildings clinging to hills and cliffs that’s occupied by a very laid-back artist community. A Corvette convention was just finishing as we came in and classic vets were all over the roads. It reminded us of our old 69’ Corvette Stingray and cruising around town looking large. Those were the days!

Next stop Eisenhower State Park on Lake Texoma. This park is located north of Dallas on the Texas side of the Texas-Oklahoma border. It’s another big winding lake that’s famous for its striped bass and large catfish (up to 100 pounds!). We didn’t catch any. The campground was empty because we were there during a school week.

We then ventured to Inks Lake State Park near Burnet, Texas. This is another nice lakeside park that caters to families and fishermen. Burnet is also where our daughter Ashley and son-in-law Jeremy live. We had a great time spending a day at the lake with our grandson, Canaan. We spoiled him rotten, of course. Canaan experienced putting a worm on a hook, fed the fish a few worms, caught a fish, went for hikes, experienced his first paddle boat ride and helped with the campfire (played with the campfire).

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Our next camping spot was in Daria’s mother’s driveway down near Corpus Christi. We were there for Amanda Matlock and Jimmy Stewart’s wedding. Amanda and Jimmy’s vision of their wedding was well thought out and put together. It was a lively crowd composed of family and biker friends. Our stunning daughter Ashley was a bridesmaid.

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We’re now in the Hill Country for another wedding this weekend.  It should be fun!

Day 54: Mammoth Caves

When first hearing of Mammoth Caves National Park years ago, I envisioned caverns filled with woolly mammoth remains. These large, hairy, elephant-like creatures with big tusks roamed the northern part of North America before becoming extinct in the last ice age. I thought this park was one of the their habitats. Daria and I visited the park last week to get the real story.

There are no mammoth bones, fossils or other remains in Mammoth Caves, and it’s unknown if a woolly mammoth ever stepped foot in the area. Mammoth in this usage means BIG, and this cave system is very big. In fact, it’s the longest known cave system in the world with more than 400 miles explored and many more miles yet to be explored. Early cave guide Stephen Bishop called the cave a “grand, gloomy and peculiar place” with its vast chambers and complex labyrinths earning it the name Mammoth. The National Parks Service (NPS) preserves the cave system and a part of the Green River valley and hilly country of south central Kentucky.

The caves have been formed in limestone over millions of years and they’re still growing. Water collects in hundreds of sink holes around central Kentucky before going down into the limestone beneath. Underground rivers carry the water to Green River, which is above ground but below the level of the underground rivers. As the riverbed erodes away over time, the underground rivers drop deeper into the earth. This process has left upper caverns and passageways hollow as shown in the diagram below. The system of caves this process left behind has been used by humans for thousands of years.

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The NPS offers several guided tours through different parts of the cave system. Daria and I took two tours over two days. Each tour required a bus ride to an entrance before descending down.

BThe first was the Domes & Dripstones Tour. We went in the New Entrance to Mammoth Cave and descended down approximately 280 stairs into a dramatic series of domes and pits. The tour continued through several large passages and a variety of dripstone formations. The highlight was a massive dripstone formation called Frozen Niagara. It’s was a great way to see the many faces of some of Mammoth Cave’s passage ways.

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One of the the park rangers who guided the tours highly recommended we do the Great Onyx Lantern Tour next. The Great Onyx cave was privately owned and operated until the 1960’s. The owners where very strict about tourists touching anything so the cave survived the so-called “cave wars” against vandalism. It emerged as one of the most pristine show caves in the region. We explored this beautifully decorated natural wonder by lantern light and got a different perspective on the multitudes of dripstone, gypsum, and helictite formations.

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Our visit to Mammoth Caves gave us a renewed appreciation of the great work the NPS is doing to preserve, protect and promote our natural wonders. The park system is an important part of our heritage that provides all visitors today and in the future with unique opportunities to learn, explore, or just relax. I also got a few ideas about what my next career might be!

Day 53: North Carolina Tour

North Carolina has a special place in our hearts.  It’s the state that has beautiful mountains, coastlines and memories! It’s where Rick and I first started our married lives together.  It’s also the state where Thomas was born, met his first best friend and started kindergarten. Nick was born in Texas and living in North Carolina before he was two years old. He also made his first best friend there. Ashley was born in the state and would have loved to have grown up on the coast because of her passion for surfing.

North Carolina is where we returned recently to spend some of our Vagabond days. Our arrival was Labor Day weekend. Nick has been stationed here for five years and owns a home in Wilmington where he lives with his fiancée Ashley and her daughter Laini. The Rains of Hermine and a broken air conditioner at our son’s house couldn’t spoil this reunion.
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This was a special visit because the two families were coming together for the first time to meet each other and celebrate Laini’s sixth birthday. The drinks were flowing, the food was great (have you ever had a tomato pie?) and the company was excellent. Later in the day, as the men were snoozing on the couch the women were gathered around the table talking wedding details. That left us thirsty, so we went to see the wedding venue to get drinks and come up with ideas for decorating. The reception is going to be at the Ironclad Brewery in downtown Wilmington. The location is ideal and it was decided only a minimal touch was needed for decorations.

Our residence for ten days was the military campground on Camp Lejeune’s Onslow Beach. It was right on the ocean with miles and miles of mostly deserted beach – a benefit of being on a military base. Angus went swimming in the Atlantic for the first time. He also chased a lot of crabs.

Ashley asked me to go wedding dress shopping with her and Nana, her grandmother.  Who could say no to that?  The first shop we went to had a dress on sale and it was off the rack. Ashley came out and Nana and I both said, “That’s the one!”  Ashley thought so too. Just to make sure, she tried on two other dresses at that store and then more at a second and third store.  Nothing compared to the first dress.  After lunch, we said goodbye to Nana and Ashley and I headed back to the store for Ashley to say yes to the dress and celebrate with a wine toast!
ash_dariaOur last few days at Onslow Beach were memorable because we took Laini on her first camping trip.  She loved it!  There was a family in the tent area across from us that had a little girl Laini’s age.  They hit it off immediately and became inseparable.  Laini thought our campsite needed more decorations so we all decorated clothespins and the girls drew pictures that were hung around the camp from a rope.beachbeachart

We also met up with Mike and Dotty Dolan. Mike and Rick served in the same squadron in the Marines and have a lot of similar interests. Visiting with the Dolan’s has become somewhat of a tradition whenever we’re visiting Nick. We always have an enjoyable time catching up with them.

The time had come to say goodbye to our family and friends from the North Carolina coast and head inland. We would be back in April for the big wedding.

Our next stop was Monroe, NC, where another good friend of Rick’s from the Marine Corps lives. We spent a very enjoyable afternoon with Donnie and Betty Jordan and got to see their amazing old home, The Henry Hall Wilson House.  They host many events at their fine historic home and were busy when we arrived getting it ready for a wedding that weekend.

Our last stop in North Carolina was near a state park called Chimney Rock. We didn’t go up to the rock that looks like a big…well, use your imagination, but we did walk around the tourist town and had a great campsite right on a river.  The views were amazing as was the whole Lake Lure area. This about sums up our North Carolina trip!

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Day 46: Happy Days Traveling

No house, no job, no worries! That’s the Vagabond lifestyle. Some people we’ve met have been doing this for more than five years. One couple we spoke with has been on the road for thirteen years and their RV isn’t much larger than our 19 foot trailer. We’ve been traveling for about six weeks and that makes us bona-fide rookies in Vagabond living.

Although we’re rookies, we’re getting a sense of what this lifestyle is all about beyond taking showers in confined spaces. There’s no social status in a Vagabond life. Success isn’t measured by the size of your camper and no one cares if you were the CEO of a Fortune 500 company or a part time attendant at the county dump. As one long-term traveler told me, “That was then and this is now.” This lifestyle is all about just being you.

The concept is best summed up by an old fisherman I met this week, “When you got more money than time, stop worrying ‘bout money and start fishin’!” Wiser words have never been spoken. What’s important is learning to bring happiness to yourself and to others in your life, whatever happiness means to you.

Recent experience has also confirmed there’s no correlation between wealth and how happy a person is. While helping my friend Cris Dosev run for US Congress last month, I banged on the front door of over one thousand houses; many were big and beautiful and others tiny and decrepit. Some of the warmest smiles came from people living in the worst conditions.

I’m not suggesting people with less are happier than people with more, I’m saying you can’t tell how happy a person is by the way they live. Research has confirmed this. Spontaneous answers to questions about current happiness provide no insight into a person’s economic status. Only after the person with less money thinks about their status for a while do they feel they’d be happier with more money.

This doesn’t happen everywhere, though. Some of the happiest people I’ve meet in my life was when I trekked around Mount Everest in the late 1990s. The local Nepalese and Tibetan villagers were dirt poor by Western standards, but everyone had big smiles on their faces and suicide was an unknown concept.

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Daria and I are just getting started with this lifestyle and it keeps getting better every day. We’ve already met some interesting people on our trip and we’ve probably reconnected with more friends and family than most people will do in a decade. Who knows how long we’ll be on the road or what our next adventure will bring – that’s the fun of being Vagabond!

 

Day 36: Florida to North Carolina Road Race

  1. We departed Pensacola for North Carolina on August 31st.  There was a disturbance in the gulf that we had to stay ahead of.  We raced across the state to our first stop at Jacksonville NAS.  After arriving and setting up a basic camp*, we took the dogs for a walk, ate leftovers, and even did laundry for free!

Our next door neighbors at camp happened to be from Comfort, TX, about 20 miles from our old ranch in Medina.  It was interesting talking with them because they personally know the last survivor of The Doolittle Raiders. Richard Cole is 101 years old and lives a quiet life in Comfort. Our neighbors have lunch with him every week. They told us a few interesting stories about Lt. Col. Cole and also gave us some good pointers on staying at FAM CAMPS (Air Force campgrounds).

Our next stop was Charleston Air Force Base.  We had a nice site that backed up to a vacant field which was great for the dogs. We set up a basic camp again to get an early start the next morning because TS Hermine was fast approaching.  We were able to meet up with a friend of Rick’s and explore a small part of Charleston’s historic district.  It’s definitely on our revisit list.

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The rains of Hermine have caught up to us overnight and we awoke to pouring rain. High winds had not reached us yet, so we got on the road as soon as possible. It was still dark and the rain was so heavy our visibility was only about fifty feet, and a couple of times we lost all visibility.  It was slow going. The dogs didn’t help the situation. They were hungry since we didn’t feed them or let them out to do their thing.  We finally stopped at a Publix and in the pouring rain took care of them. Angus left a nice mess in the parking lot and we were back on the road again.

We made it to Wilmington around 11 AM.  After a brief stop at Nick and Ashley’s to drop off the dogs and me, Rick headed up to Onslow Beach to get the camper set up. It poured rain on Rick the whole time, but the dogs and I were dry!

*Basic Camp – No unloading of necessities, able to get out with ease.

Day 32: Not a Jimmie Buffett Hurricane

So far we’ve been able to stay ahead of a major storm coming up the East Coast. But it’s about to catch up to us. On Friday, we’ll be at a campground in Camp Lejune on the coast of NC and will experience our first hurricane in our little 19 foot trailer. Our scuba gear is ready. This will be interesting!
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Day 28: What’s for Breakfast?

Do you wonder what we eat in this Vagabond lifestyle? I’ll start out by saying every meal has to be carefully planned out do to our micro-kitchen and the outdoor grills we’re cooking on. This is something I had to adjust to very quickly. I found a lot of help on Pinterest and RV related websites.

Cooking inside is difficult in the south in the summer. The heat builds up too quickly in the camper. We have a handy two burner camp stove and this is how most of our meals are cooked. The small Weber charcoal grill also gets a lot of use. The best kitchen appliance we brought along is the crockpot. Anything can be cooked in it.

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Our breakfast is typically eggs, bacon or sausage, hash browns, toast, or perhaps we create a breakfast taco. Bagels and yogurt parfaits work when the weather is bad or we’re in a rush.

Lunch is easy. We have either leftovers or sandwiches. There’s a small microwave in the camper that we use occasionally to warm up food. The problem with the microwave is that it pulls so much amperage we have to shut the air conditioning off or the breaker trips.

Dinners are a varied mix of everything you can imagine; Italian sausages with peppers and onions, fish tacos with fresh fish, pasta and sauce (which I made and froze), Arroz con Pollo, pork chops and pot roast in the crockpot, steak, hamburgers, grilled chicken, pizza on the grill, etc. I’ve also tried several recipes I found on the internet; beef cabbage roll casserole, beefy cheesy low-carb green chili bake, and crock-pot chicken and stuffing.

We’re not skimping because of our tiny home – we’re just planning carefully. Cookies would taste good about right now, but it’s too hot to bake anything. Rick would like ice cream, but there really isn’t enough room in the freezer (he says we can make room).

We’re also grateful to have been invited to friends’ house for dinner! A big thanks to the Schwan’s and Dosev’s who invited us to dine with them in their beautiful homes.

Bon Appetite!

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