Day 5: RV Living - the Atlas is your Friend

 

My husband is the driver. I pick the mutually agreed upon CD's. Stevie Ray Vaughn, Eric Clapton, Hank Jr., Ray Charles, Sheryl Crow, Bob Seger. Our tastes are eclectic.

I'm also the navigator. While we were preparing for the trip – we wanted an atlas. Thankfully there was one at the store. The checker said, “Wow! They have atlas's in? That shelf is usually bare.” I'm sure in today's technology laden world, no one uses atlas's much anymore. I had written the mapquest directions down in a notebook and the atlas was just a back up. Ha ha ha. That atlas cost $13. It is priceless.

So we are in Wyoming and the original plan was to take I-25 right before Cheyenne until Denver when we would catch I-70. I'm looking at the state of Colorado on the atlas along I-25. There are big letter towns all the way from Fort Collins to Denver and all I could see in my mind was four lanes of semi's and Prius' and horrible lane changes with exits all over the place. I saw an alternate route that would take us on the outside of Denver but we would have to drive on a toll road with at least 3 toll stops. Then I saw another route.

“If we stay on I-80 until Nebraska we can catch 385 South. We can avoid all the traffic in the Denver area and catch I-70 from there. The atlas says 385 is a primary highway. I'm sure they must maintain it – its not like it is a secondary highway.” I said to my husband. I was a little worried about changing the plans at the last minute. We did not have any plans to go as far as Nebraska.

“You're the navigator.” my husband answered. We stayed in Cheyenne for the night and set out with the new route in the morning.

I wouldn't use the term primary highway – it's kinda misleading. “Back-road,” would be more accurate and ixnay on the aintenancemay. But it was a beautiful drive. All by ourselves on that road – no other cars. I would text my dad as we changed states. Entering Nebraska. Entering Colorado. Entering Kansas.

We passed local farmers with their million dollar tractor's prominently displayed on their well maintained front lawns. Corn fields for miles on either side. Despite the bumpiness of the road in certain spots, it was a great way to see Colorado. We passed through amazing little towns that time forgot. I really liked Holyoke. I would want to live there if we were staying in Colorado.

We eventually turned onto I-70 East and were back on track. We stop at an RV park in Kansas. At night we draw the curtains and get ready for bed. We are already home.

Day 4: Part Two: Thieving in Rawlins

 

“Of course they have no ice.” I said sarcastically to my husband as I brought in the groceries and the new cooler. You would think a superstore in a fairly big town would have ice. “But it was only $77 altogether.”

Wait. Hmmm. Suddenly $77 didn't seem right. I looked at the receipt. The lady at the superstore had only charged me $6.35 for an item that is normally $66.35. Darn. I was going to have to go back.

I walked across the superstore parking lot and found the same checker who had undercharged me. I showed her the receipt. “I'm sorry,” I said, “you undercharged me and I'm here to pay the rest.” She was shocked. In fact, she was so flustered that her glasses got all fogged up from her mask. “Thank you for your honesty.” she said, “most people wouldn't do that.” I thought, I know, but just smiled at her and paid for the rest.

We loaded up the cooler and had a yummy breakfast of Swiss cheese slices and the best green grapes ever. They were so cold and crisp. It was turning out to be a great day. I gave the dog one of the grapes and we laughed at her trying to eat it. I think she liked it.

We continued down the road and luckily a little gas station had block ice – which was what we wanted. Our make-shift fridge was operational.

We found a little RV park outside of Cheyenne. My husband is wiped out from all the driving for the last 3 days and really needed an early night. We didn't have a reservation but the office girl had one 30 amp pull trough spot left (Thank you Lord!)

We are resting tonight and will hit the road again early tomorrow.

Day 4: Part One - Point of Rocks

Point of Rocks is the name of the little town I woke up in this morning. Its actually not much of a town, just a gas station slash RV park (with excellent wifi LOL)!

I woke up this morning thinking my next post was going to be: “Sorry I can no longer post here for the remainder of the trip. Due to circumstances beyond my control.”

It actually started yesterday. This dawning realization that there was a problem. I said something to my husband – a couple of times actually – but he kept saying, “these things take time to cool.”

I got up this morning and made coffee. After wrestling in my mind for a few minutes I recognized this for what it was. An attack from the adversary. When you set your mind to follow the Lord and go where He wants you to go – the adversary is going to attack you. The first thing the adversary will try to do is make you doubt God. Did God really tell you to move to Texas? Doesn't God know that your husband has a strict diet because he has health issues? That sort of thing. I also recognized it as an opportunity to believe God bigger than we had before.

My husband got up and opened the fridge. “Yes honey, our fridge is broken.”

I said, “I'm so glad you said that! I thought maybe you were in denial or something.”

He laughed. We talked about the situation. I think at some level we were both hoping God was going to heal our fridge. But God doesn't really work like that normally. We did recognize that this was an attack from the adversary and we were going to have to have a temporary solution. We are going to have to throw out most of the food, and we will have shrimp for dinner from the freezer that is still cold at the moment.

Next stop – Rawlins - for a cooler and some ice.

 

Day Three: Peace

 

Not much to report. It was a long day on the road but we got a lot of miles in. Went from Idaho, through Utah and half way through Wyoming. The Lord provided another nice spot for the night and we have a full tank of gas for tomorrow. We'll sleep good tonight.

Day 2: Mountains Suck

I woke up to flies after a really good sleep. Coffee first.

My husband came up with an excellent solution for the flies. He has a very powerful mini shop-vac and between the two of us we sucked up a significant portion of the flies. It will probably take a couple days of sucking to get them all – but it helped solve that problem.

My husband took the overflow tank off and washed it and dried it thoroughly. Then he put on more clear gorilla tape – a much better and secure job than before. But he couldn't get the radiator cap off – try as he might. I continued praying for him and after a couple hours – a man came along and was able to get it off. Angel? Maybe. Lol – I don't know but my husband was finally able to put in new radiator fluid and we were able to hit the road again.

It was later in the day when we truly appreciated God's timing with the first tape job failing like it did. Where we had a place to work on it, get a good night's sleep, (have excellent wifi!), and repair the radiator and overflow tank. Because the next leg of the trip was unexpected and we never would have made it.

Steep mountain roads with curves that go on forever. Miles and miles of low grade mountains that were overheating the long haul trucks and other RV's. We had to pull over several times to let the engine cool down. We realized how very stranded we could have been on a side of a mountain with no way back down – only up, up, up. We had breakfast at one of the cool down spots, so thankful there was no leaks and that God made sure we were not stranded on the side of a mountain. He is so awesome!

We hit Mountain time before we hit the Idaho border. It was now an hour later and we were starting to feel it. Finally we were in Idaho. Buh-bye Oregon – won't be missing you! We started looking for a place to stay for the night. We passed two RV park signs on the interstate but we weren't able to get over to take the exit. It was getting late so I said, “I think we should stop in Mountain Home no matter what.”

As we got near Mountain Home one of the road signs said, “Mountain Home RV Resort”. We thought – yes! Finally. We took the exit and drove through the main part of town. No signs saying RV Resort and no RV resort. We started to realize that we were now on a strange road and started looking for a place to turn around. There was no place to turn around. Understand that with the tow dolly pulling our car we were now over 55-60 feet long. You need a lot of room to turn something like that around. So we kept on the road we were on and then we started laughing. This road took us right back to I-84 East. I guess we wont be staying in Mountain Home after all.

The next town we found a great little RV park with a pull-through spot, green grass for the dog and again excellent wifi! Plus it cost half as much to stay than the place we stayed the night before (which was not very expensive in the first place). It ended up being an excellent day. Thank you Lord!

Day 1: Lord of the Flies

 

Tuesday morning had finally arrived – two weeks after I quit my job. We had coffee and I made us a yummy spinach omelet with blue cheese for breakfast. We were ready to hit the road.

It was an easy ride. 99-E to I-5 south to 205 to I-84 East. Smooth sailing.

Our plan was to stay at a Flying J in either La Grande or Baker City depending on how far my husband could drive that day. The Father, however, had other plans.

The RV began to overheat about 30 miles before Pendleton. There was a Pilot Truck stop that my husband pulled into where there was an RV repair shop. My husband parked a ways away from it and walked over to talk to someone. He came back 10 minutes later to say they closed at noon. It was 2:30pm. My husband thought the truck stop was shady and wanted to keep going. We got back on I-84 E. We passed a sign saying “Echo 1 mile”. The temp gauge was in the red again so he said he has taking the next exit. I said that it was just a road – there was no place to stop there. He took the exit and there was a little gravel driveway with a big tent garage where we pulled in. I was thinking it was probably a secret entrance to an underground tunnel, but I digress.

Long story short – the landlord of the old park had helped my husband get the RV road ready and had accidentally broken the radiator overflow tank and had patched it together with clear gorilla tape. The tape had lasted for the first leg of the trip but was done now and leaking all over the place. My husband went through all the stages of grief; anger, denial, etc. We couldn't go forward. We were going to have to go back to the truck stop.

The truck stop ended up being nice and behind the truck stop was a very nice RV park. Not too expensive – with green grass and a picnic table. We were good for the night to assess the overheating problem. But there was another problem to attend to.

Flies.

Lots and lots of flies. Somehow at the road we had stopped at – even though it didn't seem like we had the door open for any length of time – hundreds of flies had invaded our home. They were all over the place. On the ceiling, on the floor, all over the dog bowl. It just added to the misery. Our plan to have healthy salads for dinner was ruined because no one could make any food around all those flies. It was really disgusting. My husband was having a hell of a time, tired, hungry, mad. I got some take-out food from the truck stop and we had dinner on the picnic table.

After we had dinner, we had time to discuss what happened. The overflow tank situation should have been handled properly while we had the two weeks to prepare for the move. Because it wasn't handled at the time, it opened the door for the adversary to attack us – with the overheating and then the flies as an added insult. God was not going to leave us stranded. We prayed about the radiator and we prayed about the flies. We needed God's help more than ever – and exhausted, we went to bed.

Prologue: Texas-Bound

I came home after having to quit my job for refusing to take the shot or the tests. 

I told my husband, “I was thinking on the drive home that it would be nice to find a little town somewhere outside of this state.” The state being the People's Republic of Oregon. We should get out of this state before it turns into a total Nazi Hellhole. 

My husband was only online for a short time when he found a great little RV park in East Texas. He called the manager. They had one spot left. I said, “Let's pray about it tonight and if it is still open tomorrow – then God wants us to go.” So we prayed about it. 

 The next morning the spot was still open. So we wired the rent to the manager. He told us that shortly after he received the money, two different couples came for that spot. We saw it as a confirmation. We were moving to Texas. 

 All the preparations went smoothly and there were other confirmations and little miracles that let us know that it was totally God's will for us to move. The day before we were supposed to leave, the last confirmation happened when we went to pick up the tow dolly. Neither my husband nor I could lift the tow dolly to hook it up to the RV. All of a sudden a young man was there who lifted it up and helped to get it hooked up properly. Thank you God! 

We were ready to leave.