If I ever become an air traffic controller, I will most likely cause havoc. Navigating Richard along California streets and highways is not a fun job but someone’s gotta do it…
1. Before leaving our RV site, check for freeway ramp closures. Knock on wood, we shall never encounter one of these…
2. I verbally remind him our speed going up and down, as a co-pilot would do(?) or is that a wife thing?
3. When it comes to the lane merges, I must close my eyes and just wait it out until he finishes getting mad at the hesitant vehicle entering our lane.
4. When roaming the streets as he make his wide turns, I gotta watch the mirrors to make sure our trailer doesn’t hit anything (or anyone). After a successful turn, I give Richard a pat on the back.
5. When on a busy interstate, I can’t be on my cell phone surfing the net. I have to guide Richard along as to which lane and freeway to get on. One wrong move will give me gray hair…
6. I’m constantly picking up a lot of tension in the air and I have learned to gather it and throw it out the window and replace it with peaceful energy. (Listening to Kelly Clarkson on CD doesn’t help.)
7. I have to be like a flight attendant. My passenger in the back stays quiet most of the drive, thanks to his tablet from grandma and grandpa, but if he’s hungry or thirsty, I need to be all-smiles.
8. We look out for our new friends. Big rigs are our road-guides. They help us get in lanes, get out of lanes, maintain our speed and directs us to the “safe lanes”. I’d hug truckers if I could, but for now, a silent gratitude prayer will do…
So, for me, this is the downfall of RV living and traveling. It is stressful to be co-pilot. I look forward to settling into an RV park and leaving the stress behind. Nature, kind strangers and caring friends and family always makes it all go away… Please continue to pray for our safety. They are working as we speak. Thank you.
Going on break… It’s time to put on the wife-&-mommy hat now…
On this stop-over, I met two 15 year olds. Both were troubled and had a lot to share. I’m glad they found a friend in me.
One young man hid the cut scar on his cheek as we spoke. He and his little brother Carson (Owen’s swim friend) recently left an abusive environment. I learned this young man is a math genius and although his heart is in pain, his little brother will keep him busy and distract him from his troubled past. They’re staying at the RV site until their mother figures out where to go from here.
This morning we metSamuel from Virginia. His family are on their way to San Diego for the summer. Off the bat, he tells me his mom took a picture of our trailer sticker that read “Life begins where fear ends”. I learn that his brother in the army died and I can tell he’s still mourning for him. Samuel is an athlete. He showed me his skateboard and later hung out with Richard.
We’re currently back on the 395. Richard pointed out the clouds crawling out of the canyon. I better stop blogging and pay attention for wind advisory…
We spent the afternoon at Downtown Carson City. We walked a few blocks and although the streets were busy with cars, the sidewalks were empty. Just like our trip to Target last night (at 7 pm), it was empty. Where was everyone? Your guess is as good as ours.
We saw the State Capital Building, State Library, 4 casinos and several restaurants. I watched Richard and Owen play at the Children’s Museum. Afterwards, we made a stop at a barber shop then continued the downtown-walk to the library and the used-book store. Owen found books that he declared, “better than the Navigator Series byEoin McNamee”.
The 40% city-girl in me was grinning ear to ear when I found out there’s a shopping center one block away from our RV site (Comstock Country RV Resort). As I called for directions, the camp host told me to look out for Walmart. The researcher in me got me investigating and discovering there was Target, Pier 1 Imports, Costplus Market, Michaels, Costco and many restaurants nearby. The city girl in me couldn’t wait to explore this side of nature…
The drive to Carson City, Nevada wasn’t bad. This is because we didn’t push our truck hard. We maintained a kind speed and let everyone pass us. Veronika from Paradise Shores RV Park in Bridgeport told me what to expect on our drive to Carson City. She put my mind at ease and this helped tremendously. She said the hard part was over and we’ll make it just fine. She was also kind enough to forward our mail to our next destination in Corning, CA.
The drive along Walker River on the 395 was stunning. I wanted to pull over and let Owen frolic and play. But I remembered, this wasn’t easy to do with a 35 ft trailer… As we approached the state line to Nevada, I asked Owen how it felt to be in a different state. His reply was, “it feels different…”
During our two week stay at Bridgeport, we learned:
1. Make sure all screens in our trailer are closed before dark (to avoid fly-invasion).
2. Laundry day is therapeutic because this is the time where we just sit down and do nothing but that.
5. Check out town/restaurant recommendations from friends and locals.
6. Dedicate a day or two to do What Owen wants (Owen day.)
7. Visit the library to have some quiet time in town.
8. When driving, add 1+ hour to destination arrival and don’t worry about cars passing us. We’re pulling a trailer and in no hurry.
9. If the road is steep and it’s dark and windy, put on the Sound of Music CD and sing merrily in the car to ease nervousness. Or text a family member who’ll keep you distracted.
10. During drives, I learned not to distract Richard with “what are you thinking and feeling?” questions.
11. Keep in contact with people we love.
12. Continue being myself and do what I enjoy. Art, Kids and Interior Decorating.