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DAY 4 – 09/18/2012 – It’s raining – let’s just get some driving done

Dry in the camper, we decided there wasn’t much else to do.  We can make it to the Adirondacks today.  On wet roads especially, I began to notice the front of the truck is a “little light”.  The weight of our tramper settles down onto the back, known as tongue weight and this raises the front end.  Dramatic cornering or braking will be avoided.

We drove 250 miles today.  We sat in a McDonalds, of all places, trying to use WiFi.  Frustration.  Next, we drove to Buttermilk Falls and made our lunch, walked around and felt ready to DRIVE.

Evening and hunger sent us off on a side road where we blocked our light from going out our windows. (Stealth Camping)  The nearest driveway had a sign warning trespassers of 24 hr video surveillance.  Weird.  Good thing we weren’t poaching.  Jane and I assembled a lovely pizza with fresh tomatoes and peppers from a roadside stand and feasted  once again.

Yum! another feast

DAY 3 – 09/17/2012, Trout Run-to-Colton State Park, PA

We awoke on a hideous gravel construction apron at the top of a mountain near the Trout Run exit from highway 15.  We hope to pay for parking/camping infrequently and will be “marking a stick” for every time we are asked to leave.  This was not such a morning.  We woke in sight of several houses, so we left even before making coffee!  First order of business:  stop at a gas station market and buy a coffee…oops, those breakfast sandwiches sure look good.  In fact they were.  My sausage,egg, and cheese muffin looked like one I might have made, but tasted even better!

Not much highway later, we joined the great, slow movie of the secondary roads.  Yeah, it feels like we’re watching a slow, but pleasant movie (with not much plot) as we imagine the dormant farms, current farms, sagging roofs, and ambling fields of the countryside.  I start to speculate that there is a greater number of Americans who live this way than we in the city…?

Oh yeah, where did we drive to?  We had been told to go to the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania (one of our strategies each day is to ask someone “where should we go next?”)  and Colton State Park.  In the canyon, we biked on a delightful and near empty rail-trail.   We saw hawks, sparkly river, wildflowers and Jane smiling (despite still wondering about the Pathology report ).

At the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania. Looks like we Photoshopped him in to this one!

Evening brought the daily question;  “where are we gonna park?”  We asked a ranger who suggested Colton also.   Said there was no one there (literally, she checked the computer).  Sounded good, drove a forbidden backtracked 10 miles, but found a wonderfully empty park, drove through once (the requisite technique for camper-people) and picked site 3.  We needed a “legal” place to build a small fire for our celebratory cookout!  Jane, the AWESOME FIRE BUILDER, got things ready with our lightweight little grill.   Our warm, Baltimore friends Jean and Tom had given us each a thick, juicy steak for our trip.

Yum! Again.

WOW…grilled with a pepper from our garden we feasted like the omnivores we are.  The Steaks were tremendous tasting!  (sorry, Vegans, vegetarians, and equal opportunity eaters)  Ended up saving the Champagne for another eve…

My night was punctuated by an elusive (read, not very loud) owl whose calls I heard, but couldn’t anticipate enough to help Jane hear them.  Darkness cascaded and was darker than she had ever seen.  I have been in a cave, so it was a little lighter.

– David

It got dark as we were setting up at Colton State Park. The next morning, we were surrounded by green, green, green. It was lightly raining, intensifying the lush green. As we travel this Fall, we likely will see less and less green (well, until we get way down south). It was so nice to really revel in it with no other humans around.

Sometimes I feel like a rat who escaped the experiment where they cram them together and increase the population until the rats start to go mad. I do love people, but the press of so many people surrounding us back home was starting to really get to me. You can’t go anywhere it seems, without traffic and lines and crowds back home. The simple, quiet, beautiful woods was soothing and peaceful.

– Jane

People, people…

In the driveway I began to see what I had done.  The next few people were consulted.  After MD State Inspection, I knew I had repairs to make.  Towing it to Al’s house we surveyed the rust, planned repairs, rolled out with patches in mind.  Rolled back under and out came the need to “just make a new frame”.  Then back to patches and thinking some more.  Then tow it to another old friend and previous boss.  John is a self-taught machinist, welder, business man and heck of a hard worker.  He too began to agree; “just make a new frame”,  steel is cheap.  Perhaps the biggest concern was having 20 feet of welding happening underneath the camper, inches from 50-year-old particle board.

Home it was towed again.  Planning, estimating, and a few second thoughts.  Al to the rescue!  I “Borrowed” a paved section of his driveway to cut bolts,  separate and raise the body off of the frame.  Knowing that if the body collapsed from its own weight, I would be cutting it all up as scrap.  It would either work or fail.  Al’s place was a long static pad for rest while I sorted out the old frame and its new plan.  His visiting dad feared mine was another friend’s project that would die in its tracks.

-David

People

The post topic I love most is You!  the people we love, the people who MADE THIS POSSIBLE.  Yes, of course, I’m the one who rebuilt the camper and truck, sacrificed a bit, planned relentlessly and jumped into the gap with my lovely wife  Jane.  But people are behind us.  Here begins a partial list and I hope anyone who feels left out comments and gets posted.  First are all the sick patients recovering or not, without whom I wouldn’t have had a job.  I treasure the trust they placed in me every day as they stood (willingly or not so much), and attempted to walk again with my help.  Now, more concretely:  I found the Tramper in its moldy, shattered and neglected state on Craigslist in Delaware.  The seller was an entrepreneur named Chris who mostly collected the “more desirable” Airstreams from all over the country to sell mostly to Europeans.  He was gracious and neither over or understated what he had for me.  His 1957 Yellowstone that was “right up my alley”, he thought.  My long-time friend Joe rode along with me in a borrowed truck (from John and Melanie) as we wondered what we’d find.   I was prepared to abandon the prospect, put it on top of a U-Haul, or just drag it to Ocean City temporarily.

Yup, flat tires, no lights, mold, rot, but pretty cool possibility in my eyes.  (Another friend Ray who saw it on the maiden trial in Lykens, PA, said, “You’ve outdone yourself on this one-I mean I know you have a penchant for reviving old junk, but this really takes the cake!”)  I’m sure Joe thought I was insane as I rolled around underneath checking it out, rusty frame, cobwebs and all.  Temporary lights and Joe’s motorcycle trailer tag led me to believe I could sneak it home over the Baybridge.  (Glad I remembered to avoid the tunnel where propane tanks are restricted and scrutiny would have been likely).  Somehow we made it and Jane didn’t leave me after seeing it lumbering into our driveway.  (Although she wouldn’t step inside until way after I had cleaned it out….A LOT).

 

I will be posting lots of people as we travel; please respond, you are who make us!

-David

Everyone needs a Mantra: “The Mechanic Way Will Have His Way”

Dory had: “Just keep swimming”.  Lucky fish. Every time they see the little castle its a new surprise. (or at least Ani DiFranco says so).  Here I sit again in a hospital waiting room while Jane gets another procedure.  It’s an odd state, just me and my thoughts…how do I keep them positive.  During chemo I liked reading Jane’s blog (janesposse) because I learned things she wasn’t saying out loud.  One day I realized in my empty house that if she didn’t make it she would have insisted that I grieve then recover and celebrate her life and my own.  Fortunately she made it through that ordeal.  Today I pore through my orthopedic knowledge that most fractured clavicles don’t heal.   Metastasis is not the only reason a clavicle wont heal.  Non-unions are common.  During the amazing flexibility of shoulder ROM the clavicle rotates  60 degrees during its vertical and angular translation.  When people sleep, they can’t help but lay on it so the bone  often doesn’t knit well and folks just get a cute little bump while they return to function.

The origin of  “The Mechanic Way Will Have His Way” goes 14 years back to moving into our current home.  the ceiling fan was warm, wet, and still turned on after we took possession of the house!  I took down the trashed plaster lathe ceiling, to find the tub drain in the bathroom above leaking.  Jane watched as I moved through a progression of “Bigger Wrenches”.  When I hung on a 6 foot cheater bar (extension for a pipe wrench) and the pipe didn’t budge, Jane said; “thats never going to come apart”.  My reply:  “Don’t worry, The Mechanic Will Have his Way”.  (In the end, I used a sawzall to cut neatly through the fittings, just kissing the threads of the pipe I wanted to preserve.  The culprit unscrewed like butter or some better analogy).

Since that day, every time I face an insurmountable barrier, I think….”Don’t worry, The Mechanic Will Have his Way”.

Yup, at work, under the car, looking at bounced checks, in traffic…any time I need to remind myself to relax (Don’t tell Jane to Relax)…just keep swimming.  Each morning, if you’ve been fortunate enough to sleep well in that safe place we call our bed, you wake up”Re-set”.  Think about it, muscles healing and a new perspective: EVERY MORNING!

Treasure your mantra

David