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My adventure has begun!! Had my CdM launch party on Friday night and had a wonderful flow of friends come by for good-bye hugs. They stocked me with LOTS of alcoholic beverage for my travels! Next stop was LA for more Bon Voyage hugs. Elissa and Sharon and I officially christened the motor home with some VERY nice champagne. (Thanks Sharon!) Then Carolyn, Stephanie, Felicity (sports photographer - friend of Carolyn’s – just met her!) and I partied on Sunday afternoon right in the motor home in front of Elissa’s house! By 3:00 I was off to see Jenniffer, and she and AJ insisted I MUST have a flat screen TV and DVD/CD player. So while I was at meetings in La on Monday they went to Circuit City and bought the goods and installed it right above my bed. So now I can watch DVD’s on a flat screen in bed! I do have the cushy life.Just when you think the adventure is over, life happens. |
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4/5/06 “It was the best of times and it was the worst of times.” That would describe my day. The good news is the company with whom I met here in Bakersfield is interested in a wellness program not for the 19 school districts for which they handle their workers comp, but for the 338 school districts for whom they manage their health care. So even if we agree upon a reduced rate that’s gotta be a good hit for me. The motor home, on the other hand, is having its challenges. I awoke this a.m. to find puddles of water under my bathroom sink and drenched carpet in my under storage area. Something tells me this is something bigger than leaking from all the rain. I went to Camping World and was sold a bike cover that didn’t fit and a sewer hose made for attaching to another, not to a sewer. So with the wise counsel of Norm, the 80+ year old guy w/ whom I used to store it, I had to take an old decrepit hack saw blade (no, didn’t have the saw – just the blade…) that was in my “girl” tool box and saw off the end. I confess to multiple times of tears, and saying to Norm, “If I hadn’t already rented out my place I’d be coming home right now!” But by day’s end I had a break between showers and Jackson & I went for a great run through the oil rig spotted vineyards. Jackson ran off the leash and romped through the mud-laden rows of grapes, returning absolutely filthy. But the escape was well worth it. I hosed him down afterward and have cracked the windows a bit to let the damp dog smell escape. |
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4/6/06 What a difference a day makes. Had two great meetings today – Bakersfield PD and Business Health Network, both digging my FiTips and videos. BHN, an group of occupational health docs, wants to give it to their corporate clients, one of whom includes Frito Lay. Post nap I got all the goodies I needed @ Target – double stick tape to hang the picture Jenniffer gave me, Velcro to keep stuff from moving, elastic to keep my towels-made-seat-covers (Jackson protection) from falling every time I get in and out. Yes, when I’m out Jackson keeps intense watch in one of the two front seats… Upon arrival back at the great campground I stayed last night – appropriately named Orange Grove Campground since it’s smack in the middle of orange groves – I met the nicest couple who helped me fine tune my rig. Amazing how my life has turned into talk about sewer hoses, electrical cables, and Velcro attachments. It made me feel like I’ve made a bit of progress at adapting to life on the road. Jackson & I once again walked through the Orange Groves. (Orange groves on one side of the street – vineyards on the other – snow capped mountains in the distance. NOT a bad place for an evening walk.) What a joy to see him running at full speed. Thankfully he didn’t return laden w/ mud this time. Movie night on my new flat screen.I pride myself on never getting sick, so when I awakened Sat. night barfing, both my body and my brain were shocked. After 3 "events" all I could do on Sunday morning was sleep. By 2:00pm the type A in me prevailed and I got on the road to "get some miles in". Progress was "sickly". Drive 45 min, sleep 90. By 6:00pm I'd pulled over for the night and slept until 5:30am. Think I needed it? |
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4/11/06
God is amazing. It is so clear to me that He is watching over me.
Because I was hovering around the central valley, I called my pal Donna who used to live here to get her input on cool places to explore. “Coincidentally” she had been in Visalia for the weekend and was en route back to AZ, traveling east on Hwy. 58 right by my campground. So I stayed in the Orange Grove RV Park another night and had a delightful visit w/ Donna Sunday a.m. After hearing about my web videos she called her pal @ Tulare Co. Sheriffs Dept. who “coincidentally” had been transferred into the training dept, the pathway to wellness programs. I met w/ him Monday afternoon and he loved the videos! Definitely ready to subscribe for the department. After our meeting, being a long time RV guy, he asked where I’d be staying for the night. Since I wasn’t really sure and was headed into the mountains, he offered to let me stay in his driveway, totally connected to electric and water. We went to a cute little place for Mexican food before I was nighty-night. (Don’t get excited – Jimmy is very happily married to one of Donna’s long time pals.)
When confirming my Wednesday meeting I learned it isn’t going to be in Oakhurst after all, but in Madera at the Madera School District office. So “coincidentally” Jimmy has welcomed me to stay in his driveway another night. What if I’d driven to Oakhurst last night for nothing??? Thank you God!
The central valley is really beautiful in the Spring. Miles and miles of rolling hills, orange groves, and green fields. It reminds me of Indiana. I’m in a little town named Dinuba, that could easily be Arcadia, IN where my dad lived. Older little bungalow homes with front porches and detached garages. Downtown is about 3 blocks each way with the traditional coffee shop, general store and post office. By the looks that I got this morning I don’t think women running down the street is a normal sight in Dinuba.
I’ve slowly established somewhat of a “routine”. Workout then work in the morning, drive in the afternoon. Since I’m not driving this afternoon I’ll get a bit more work done before Jimmy & I go to dinner. My turn to buy.
Next stops: Madera and Modesto!Made more progress on Monday and was able to relax a bit on Tuesday before starting my video shoots in Vegas Wed/Thur. Shoots went well. My video guy is terrific. |
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4/16/06
Now that’s a bike ride!!
I was reminded yesterday of one of the reasons why I’m in search of open space. My friends live in Elk Grove, south of Sacramento, so I was able to get on my bike and head south. Within a mile I was on country roads, surrounded by cows and red barns and open fields. It was reminiscent of my riding days in Indiana as a kid. The rural roads go forever with minimal cars and no stop lights. Now that’s a bike ride! Made my heart soar.
I’m with my pal Katherine and her family this Easter weekend, then flying to Vegas on Tuesday to film 3 more video clips. (My video guy lives in Vegas.) I’m seriously praying that Jackson will let the kennel keeper take him out and feed him without any “incidents”.
Met last week with the Madera County School District and Stanislaus County and both really liked my monthly web video program. I think I’m finally on to something that I can make a dollar and live anywhere. If you haven’t seen them, go to http://www.fitnessconsulting.com/resources.htm , use judi as your login name and baxter as the password.
I’m feeling much more comfortable with my mobile life. I can get “set up” at a campground – electricity, water, sewer – in a matter of minutes. I think my roof sealing two weeks ago is holding – haven’t seen any leaks in awhile. Jackson’s even adjusting, I think. He’s liking the freedom of running through fields and pastures without the threat of getting a ticket. (Well, I’m not sure he was ever too concerned about getting a ticket in CdM…)
The next two weeks take me to rural counties in northern CA – Markleeville, Downeyville, Susanville and Weaverville. I’m working with an insurance company who handles all these counties’ workers comp. My message: healthy employees get injured less frequently and heal more quickly.
Thanks for reading! Happy Easter!Interesting brain action upon completion. I could head back to OC. I was done. My trip was over. Didn't make me happy. |
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4/20/06
As I sit among the tall pines listening to the river flowing nearby, I finally feel like I am approaching vacation time. Four miles west of Markleeville where tomorrow I meet with Alpine County, I’m w/o Internet and cell phone and noise. Relish the moment.
Getting here today was cause for Lesson #47: “Never schedule appointments before consulting your map.” My (old) memory told me Markleeville was just off I-80 so my first meeting this a.m. was with Placer Co. Sheriffs in Auburn, off 80, about 30 miles NE of Sacramento. When I continued east on 80 after the meeting , Jean ** started screaming, “Turn right!” “In .3 miles exit right!”. I exited and learned from consulting the map that Markleeville is, in fact, just off Hwy. 50, approximately 30 miles south of 80 at that point. No big deal except Hwy 49 connecting the freeways at that point is very windy and very steep at several points. So I learned the “hold your breath, clutch the steering wheel and pray like crazy” driving technique. And it worked! Made it to Markleeville w/o incident. Tuesday (4/18) I took a little junket to Las Vegas to shoot 3 more videos. (My video guy lives in Vegas.) Decided it made sense to hook up w/ him before I got further and further east. Great afternoon with him. He’s very patient and works w/ me when I’m tripping over my tongue. So now I’ve shot enough to get me through the end of the year. (For those of you who don’t know, part of the purpose of this trip is promoting my Resource Room where employees of subscribing companies can view a new fitness video every month. To see me in action, click on http://www.fitnessconsulting.com/resources.htm and log in by using judi as your login name and baxter as the password.
Met Monday (4/17) afternoon with the City of Roseville who really liked my videos, then had dinner w/ a pal who lives in Sacto. Very fun to see his comfy home.
Thanks to all who are keeping me in your prayers. It’s working – all is well.
** My GPS (the best $600 I ever spent!!) has officially been named Jean, per recommendation of my mother (Jean). She suggested “Mom”, as she’s always telling me how to drive when we’re together. True as that is, “the girl” is now fondly christened “Jean”.So I drove to Victorville, about 2 hours from home, and had one last Wal Mart rally. I just couldn't bring myself to go back to OC.
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4/23/06
More fun times.
Good meeting at Markleeville. Tiny town w/ a General Store and old stone courthouse. Had been told that two small towns south of Carson City were worth investigating, so rolled down the hill next to Minden/Gardnerville. Very clean. Very cute grandma houses downtown. Carson Valley is absolutely beautiful, completely surrounded by mountains. Went to the local bike shop and found the local riders, so got to do a great road ride Saturday morning. Met some really great people, especially one gal who is a Christian. So fun to connect with a sister.
After being here a handful of hours it dawned on me Friday that a gal I used to know at the City of Irvine had moved to Carson City. I called her and received a big-hug welcome. Spent all afternoon Saturday with Christine and Paul who have absolutely fallen in love with this area. (Christine grew up and has family here.)
This morning we finished our tour, and now I’m back @ the local RV park behind the casino. It had an exercise room, pool, and I even got coupons for a free drink! Likely won’t indulge, though, as the smoke would kill me. Next stop: Downieville.Dove in on Friday a.m. with tears in my eyes. Was shocked at my angst. I really, really didn't want to go back. In retrospect I've used the analogy of a kid out at recess. I wasn't ready to come in. |
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4/24/06 What a great Monday morning!! Started off in the Casino exercise room on an elliptical trainer watching CNN. (the first news since Bakersfield…) Next some strength training, a few laps in the pool and a Jacuzzi. Not a bad start of a day!
Discovered that nice campground showers can be a delight. Unlimited hot water with plenty of space. Did I perhaps miss this at my favorite park in Bakersfield, Orange Grove?
A little work and I’m on my way to Downieville.But as you'd expect, hugs awaited and abounded. Spent Friday night in Newport Aquatic Center parking lot so I was there to paddle first thing Sat. a.m. Checked into Newport Dunes RV Park, in the heart of Newport Beach, and after a site shuffle I'm tucked in for what I guess will be 3+ months. Unless, of course, I get antsy and have to drive to a Wal Mart to spend the night. |
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/25/06
Downieville isn’t just another Hwy 49 gold rush town. At the confluence of two rivers, perched on the side of a mountain, totally surrounded by green, green forest, it is indeed worth a look. In fact, to all my mountain bike pals, we need to schedule a trip here to ride. From what I can tell the mountain biking is fabulous.
But the most memorable piece of my Downieville story is meeting Jeanne and Will. Friends of a friend of mine in CdM, when he saw in my itinerary that I was headed for Downieville he 1. Couldn’t believe it and 2. Immediately email introduced me to his pals Jeanne and Will. After a successful career in the financial world in San Francisco, at 70+ these two decided to sell the home in which they raised their kids and move to Downieville. They bought a commercial building and have opened three cool stores: Smoothieville (Who wouldn’t want to stop there!), an antique store and 49 Wines, a great wine store and tasting place exclusively from the wineries on Hwy. 49. Great idea, huh? They believe Downieville has the potential of becoming a mini-Carmel, and I hope they’re right. It was such fun to feel their enthusiasm about the community and growing the businesses. I hope I’m half that much fun at 70! So what are my most fond memories? |
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4/26/06
I have found hell. Some call it Chico.
It was 87 degrees today and my rig turned into a sauna. Jackson & I just wilted, him under my table and me in bed. Finally I took my yoga mat and lied under a tree. This is only April. In summer it’s 110. People live here. Go figure.
Such a dramatic change from my delightful day yesterday. Downieville is a tiny mountain town right on the river with a warm, friendly, mini-Mayberry feel. The population of 325 is a combination of long-time locals and Bay Area runaways. The proprietor of the grocery store is still a part-time practicing lawyer. Through a CdM friend I met a delightful 70-ish couple who too have escaped the rat race. They bought a Main St. building with two tenants and have filled the remainder with 3 stores of their own – Smoothieville, The Attic (antique store) and 49 Wines. Our conversation in their upstairs apartment was loaded with optimism and enthusiasm. They believe Downieville can turn into the Carmel of the Sierras, and I hope they’re right.
The drive down the hill was hair-raising. Lesson #78: Short cuts aren’t always shorter. You’d think I’d learn. Because I’d spent so much time with Jeanne and Will I was anxious to get to my next destination. So instead of going through Nevada City and Grass Valley as planned, I took a short cut directly west toward Oroville. Never will I forget La Port Road. Steep, windy, and rutted, it made my earlier mishap on Hwy 49 look like a freeway. When I told the host of the campground my route she gasped and empathized, as she had mistakenly taken that road once pulling a 32’ trailer. Never again, neither her nor me.
Meeting tomorrow with a Safety Managers group here in Chico, then I’m outa here. May be headed to the coast to beat the heat. Yes, I’m a CdM weenie. So…!! /06
I feel like I’m living in a dream world. I met with the safety committee & CAO (Chief Adm. Officer - county lingo) this a.m. and now am free to roam. Was planning on heading toward the coast and hit one more Trindel Insurance county in Crescent City, but since they're not paying me for these visits and haven't yet committed to my programs (though I think they will) I've decided to head for Ashland. BUT FIRST I've decided to take a day that I/folks rarely take: after getting all my emails handled here in this cute little coffee shop via wireless, I'm headed back to my campground by the river to be quiet, hike, read, pray. Tomorrow I'll get up and run on the beautiful trails, come back into town for a java, emails, and head for Ashland. This sorta feels like transition time. April has been lots of meetings promoting my web fitness programs. May is really taking time to research places I could likely buy property and live, at least part-time. So what a great way to transition but to take quiet time in the trees.
I feel so blessed by the people I’ve met. The gal who's the Safety Manager here in Trinity County I met last week in Chico @ their retreat. When I told her I'd be spending the weekend enjoying her town, she immediately took me under her wing. Friday night she made sure I was safely tucked in @ the campground. She knew I'd be mtn biking Sat. a.m., but invited me to her home afterward. I ended up hanging w/ her family Sat. afternoon and evening, then she and I went snow shoeing Sunday a.m. She moved up here about 6 years ago after some tough times, and her parents soon followed. They've been sharing a home for the last 6 years, co-parenting her 3 kids. (She’s a widow.) I must say, I've never met more delightful children. Well mannered. Well spoken. Polite and helpful. I was so impressed. It's such a testament to the power of a nurturing family. They are all so respectful of one another - no yelling - "please" and "thank you". I thanked them for allowing me to share their home, as the healthy model is so good for me to see.
Meetings last week in Chico went fabulously well. I think the 9 counties insured by Trindel will all subscribe to my Resource Room. I’m thrilled to see this web-based wellness concept taking off.
Off to the woods…Living right on the beach in Port Townsend, walking every morning to rowing practice. |
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Chris (Silver Pines Lodge) gently reminded me today that I have been remiss with updates. Has it really been a week??
OK, left off at my wonderful creekside retreat in the woods. After responding to emails and perusing a wonderful little book store, I spent the afternoon laying low and listening to the creek. I did some writing – short stories about two of the interesting people I met along the way – and a hefty entry into my Gratitude Journal. The bookstore owner recommended a great book, “Dear Mad’m”, a true story about an 80-year old woman who decided to escape the chaos of San Francisco and go live in a little cabin in the Siskiyou Mountains. (next range over from where I was camping.) I was so into the story by the end of the day that I nearly changed my travel plans and drive up to Happy Camp. (Yes, there’s really a town called Happy Camp.) But by the next morning I was less attached and decided to pass on the 100 miles of windy road where oftentimes the shoulder was described as a sheer slope.
So after a morning trail run I was off to Ashland, which I’ve been exploring since.
I’ve heard Ashland described as a “liberal, hippie town” and I would say that’s accurate. The realtor who gave me properties to look at called herself an “avowed atheist” and the paddling coach spoke of her “partner”. There’s no shortage of spiritual enlightenment centers, baggy, cotton clothing retailers and a food co-op. I also noticed all the men have hair longer than mine.
It’s a very cute town whose claim to fame is the Shakespeare Festival. Unfortunately the open air amphitheatre isn’t open until June so I’ll miss out on the culture infusion.
Got to go paddling on Emigrant Lake, coincidentally where I’m camping. It’s a gorgeous lake surrounded by hills. http://www.jacksoncountyparks.com/html/parks/parks_emigrant.htm Really fun, but don’t think I could get excited about having outrigger practice 3x/week going in circles around a lake.
Spent all day Friday scouting property, and there really are some beautiful places here. Lots of green rolling hills, cattle ranches and open space. Prices seem to be comparable to Sisters/Bend. Didn’t find anything I couldn’t leave town w/o owning.
Today I rode 50 miles around the hills of Medford w/ a local cycling club. Was told that the stereotype of Medford is “conservative, bible belt” and in theory, there’s a “them and us” mentality between Medford and Ashland. All I know is the bike riding is fabulous.
Can Medford/Ashland beat Sisters/Bend on the “looking for a home” search? I hear the winters are more mild, allowing for bike rides year round. That’s attractive. I love the pine trees and rolling green hills, though I hear they’re brown in the summer. Bend has a better paddling team. Gotta consider that. We’ll see what Jacksonville has in store tomorrow.
Was preparing to move on until I rode by a Kodak plant today and remembered I know the Safety Manager there. So given I’m always looking for a tax deduction, I’ll hang here through early next week and try to get a meeting with him.
Thanks for listening.Staying w/ Suzanne & Paul in Gibsons, BC, paddling or kayaking by day and enjoying Paul's fine wine by night. |
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5/7/06
What a gem is historic Jacksonville! San Franciscans and others have come in and opened unique little shops (a gourmet food store, wine shop, several cute restaurants) and you can buy a cute little granny house (w/ no yard…) for under $500K. I could ride my mountain bike OR road bike right out my front door and immediately be in fabulous riding terrain. Hmmm…
They also have a wonderful outdoor amphitheatre and host what’s called the Britt Festivals all summer. “World-class artists in classical music, dance, jazz, blues, folk, bluegrass, world, pop and country”, brags the brochure.
So Jackson and I tootled around all the in-town streets. It’s kinda Corona del Mar surrounded by rolling hills and pine trees. Definitely keeping it in mind.
Arriving back at my lakeside campground I was musing on how my little 6-wheeled box has become home. They say “Home is where the heart is.” I, in fact, think home is where your bed is. Nighty night.The freedom of the road - rest stops surrounded by big rigs, early morning (bad) coffee at truck stops, napping on impulse. |
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Sunday 5/14/06
After taking time on Monday (5/8) to work, pray, regroup, I felt a yearning to go through historic Jacksonville one more time. I liked it there, so I wanted to explore the Applegate area beyond where I’d gone to church on Sunday. So the plan was to stroll through town, take the 238 loop through Applegate, camp in Grants Pass and go to Bend on Wed.
Jacksonville was every bit as charming as I saw on Sunday. Discovered the local coffee shop with brick walls and lots of local flavor. Had ½ a cookie and coffee and continued my stroll. Saw an intriguing city-block sized lot with an historic home, then wandered down the adjacent street. When I saw a woman taking out her trash I asked about the huge lot. She explained it was owned by an elderly artist, then inquired about me visiting Jacksonville. After explaining my X-country motorhome trip in search of space and home, she said I could find acres here w/in 10 minutes of town. Then she offered to drive me around & show me!! Jackson & I both jumped in her car and she showed me the beautiful green rolling hill country just minutes from town. In no time we learned we were both Christians and were immediately comfortable like friends.
Several real estate flyer boxes later we saw one with a magically inviting long rolling driveway into the trees, the house hidden. But the flyer described a custom designed and built log home. Though I was really only data gathering – and I didn’t want to take advantage of her time and generosity – I suggested we make an appointment to see it. “Why would I do that??” I ask myself in retrospect?? Who knows…
The realtor happily scheduled our showing for 10:00am the next day (it was already approaching 5:00pm) so I offered to buy dinner and Jackson & I camped in front of her house that night.
The magical driveway only gets better as you continue up the hill. Jacksonville is blessed with a Midwest-like variety of trees, with both needles and leaves. There’s a small red barn-like home near the top of the road, but no other homes in sight. We continue the gradual climb – like the Eveready bunny it keeps going and going – until finally the trees open up and there sits a magnificent two-story log home. After the shock of the home’s natural beauty, I zeroed in on the “hardy” log front porch swing. Classic frontier!
Ben (seller/designer/builder) is a master. The thought and planning and love and commitment to quality put into this home are beyond description. In every room – at every corner – he told how he built beyond code for structural soundness.
He laid the logs, then hammered spikes through them, AND sheared them w/ a steel beam. The roof is seamless. The logs had been dry for 5 years prior to construction. He showed us the ones that came out of Yellowstone National Park. The spiral staircase is a handmade single piece. His commitment to detail goes on and on.
Then we see the 1400 sq. ft. basement, completely open and begging to be made a gym. Since the home is built into the hill there are ground level doors into the basement so fitness clients could come in w/o coming into the house.
Then we walked the 10 acres, adjacent to the undeveloped 20 acres they’re keeping, where he says we’re welcome to hike, bike, ride horses, etc. Has some trails but could easily have more (Marlin…) Has open spaces and tree-lined trails & panoramic view spots. So where do I go from here? There’s no question this magical place would be perfect for retreats and wellness programs. During our walk I asked Ben if he owned it clear. When he said yes & he’d consider carrying paper I knew God was up to something. So Lois & I went back to her house and both started praying.
Because of Ben and Ann’s (wife) ability to carry, I have huge flexibility. With interest-only payments the first few years I can keep my payment down until I know what my income will be from my web programs and using the house. So I decided to make an offer. In my life, God guides me by opening and closing doors. I tried to buy the 35 acres in CO and God closed the door. I tried to buy the B&B in Sisters and God closed the door. I knew I could move forward in faith that God would close the door if it wasn’t right.
Another crazy aspect of this story is the negotiation process. Never in CA do the buyer and seller get together. A contract is pursued with written offers and counteroffers. Not so with Ben. Friday morning I’m sitting in their living room with a cup of coffee hammering out the details.
I left in shock. The “if this” scenarios I offered to God were becoming a reality. They’d carry the first for 5 years. The interest rate is reasonable. And to make a great situation better, I had already received confirmation from the listing agent that I could receive ½ the sales commission as a licensed agent. There are my fitness equipment funds.
So here I am, Sunday, May 14th, pretty sure I’m going to own a log home in Jacksonville, OR. No, I don’t yet have a signed contract. We are still discussing some details. Though I think it’s going to happen, I continue to pray, “Thy will be done.” Lord, if this isn’t Your path, PLEASE slam the door.
P.S. To think this all started with the “random” meeting of Lois & I. If I had lingered at the coffee shop one minute longer… If I had wandered down a different street… If I hadn’t been intrigued by and asked about the city-block sized lot. And why would Lois offer to drive a stranger around looking at property?? She works from her home and usually has clients (she’s a counselor) in the afternoons. Why had 4 clients cancelled that Tuesday afternoon and Wed. morning so she was even available? And maybe the funniest coincidence is Lois had already taken out her trash, but noticed she had forgotten a bag. So at the perfect time for our paths to cross she made her 2nd trip out to the street.
God is good, all the time. And in retrospect, I think there were some lessons: |
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5/17/06
House update: Got a call yesterday from the sellers (This would never happen in CA!) to tell me they’d met with their accountant and he had discouraged them from carrying the first on the property. Initially I thought that was a deal killer, but in talking to Roy, my surrogate dad in so Cal., he encouraged me to investigate conventional financing. I’m in the process of doing that now. If I go this way the sellers will have to pay some points on my loan to buy down my rate. (points are basically pre-paid interest). There also may be an issue w/ conventional financing since it’s a log home. One lender, at least, requires two appraisals and must identify two comparable properties i.e. log home on 20+ acres. There just aren’t that many log homes, so he called it a “tough loan”. The so. Cal lenders are a bit more unconventional and less concerned about the price tag. It’ll be a day or so before I know anything for sure.
In the meantime, I’m in Bend/Sisters. Went back to wander Sisters yesterday – the small town that grabbed my heart 5 years ago – and after seeing Jacksonville it seems very dry and brown and void of tree variety. Was good to reconsider, though.
Tomorrow I have a good friend from Watsonville arriving and she’ll be hanging w/ me through Tuesday. Saturday I’m doing the Pole, Peddle, Paddle, a local 6-leg event – downhill ski, xc ski, bike, run, kayak, run. The only thing that would keep me from doing it, since I’ve already registered, is logistics. Need help moving kayak, bike, skis, etc. to and from the various starting locations. Hopefully my friend Victoria’s boyfriend can be convinced.
Stay tuned!!¢ |
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6/6/06
Feels like so much can happen in 5 short days.
The good news is the rain stopped last week long enough for me to get in my bike ride in Olympic National Forest. The rain forest truly is an amazing sight. Looks like a Wizard of Oz stage set. Though I was ready by Saturday to get back into “civilization” I was told the trek to Cape Flattery, the northwestern most point in the continental US, was really worth it. About 1 ½ hours each way out-of-the-way, I decided I’d always wonder if I missed it. Good choice. It really is a beautiful spot, and gives the broad view of the US/Canadian divide. Again, a picture speaks a thousand words.In need of human connection and a little “real life”, I looked for a place in Port Angeles to watch the Suns/Dallas game. Though trying hard this little port town, from where you can take the ferry to Victoria, had little to offer. So by default I landed in the RV Park community room cheering the Mavericks to victory.
Next stop was Sequim from where I met a great couple at an open house last fall. They’d moved there a year prior having raised their kids in NB. Was anxious to check out the town as they raved about all it had to offer. They’d told me to contact them if I ever came to visit so I did and to my surprise they seemed thrilled. Had a delightful Sunday evening getting better acquainted with them and enjoying the local tour. Cute, but not my town.
Had read much about how quaint and “up-and-coming” Port Townsend is, so anxiously left my Wal Mart hideaway Monday morning and headed northeast. Intended to stay just one night, but I’m now settled for #2 and will likely stay until Sunday. Don’t tell my Rush Limbaugh groupie mother that I seem to be drawn to small, liberal, historic towns. Enter Port Townsend.
I’m nestled in at the RV park that sits right on the beach so this morning I awoke to the sun rising over the water. Did my Sherlock Holmes research yesterday and tracked down the local women’s rowing team. They’re pretty serious so having never rowed before, practicing with them wasn’t an option, but they welcomed me to join them for coffee after their (6:00am!) practice, which of course, I did. Turns out one of the gal’s husband is also a professional speaker. He does motivational sessions for corporate conferences and winds analogies about mountain climbing into team building sessions. Why? Because he was the first American to summit Mt. Everest!!! Jim Whitakker. http://www.jimwhitakker.com Made the summit in 1963. Amazing. So Diane, his wife, invited me to their home this afternoon and it was great chatting with them.
But the excitement of the day didn’t end there. I went out rowing for the first time in my life at an open practice tonite. Now keep in mind that one of the locals told me yesterday that the water here is so cold that kayakers die from falling out of their boat. Instant hypothermia. So I’m out there rowing and unlike outrigger, if you sweep too deep you can really knock the boat out of balance. It really felt scary at first, because I made more than one imperfect stroke that seemed to knock us cockeyed. The good news is I’m a pretty quick learner and we all made it back to the beach alive. Going out again tomorrow at 6:00am, so going to head to beddy-by now. Which feels crazy because it’s 9:00 and still light! ¢
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Rowing update. What a difference a night makes. Beautiful, calm waters this morning so had a great time rowing for my 2nd time. In fact, those who’d been there last night were telling the others how bad the conditions had been. I guess I picked a doozie for my first row.
I’m speaking at a conference in Seattle on Monday, 6/12, and again at a local safety engineers chapter on 6/21. The plan was to hang around Seattle, paddling outrigger w/ the local clubs there. I’ve been invited to come back here to Port Townsend, as they’re doing a rowing class 6/12-25. I’d miss the first and last class, but sure is tempting. Could hang in this cute little town ‘tween speaking engagements and really learn how to row. If I have some experience, wonder if any rowing opportunities will pop up when I’m on the east coast?? Stay tuned.¢
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6/16/06
Well, I’m addicted. To rowing, that is. I decided to take the plunge and come back to Port Townsend for the 2 week rowing clinic. After 4x out I’m racing tomorrow. Details at http://www.soundrowers.org/rat.htm
Speaking engagement in Seattle was fun and productive. Following my session a gentleman came up to me and after saying “You are fabulous!” he told me he oversees 52 training centers in Oklahoma. They’ve been talking about adding wellness programs to their safety training and he wants me to be their trainer! Not sure how that can work as I’m not overly interested in changing my address to OK, but if I can do some foundational sessions then updates via the web, I’m a happy girl. We’ll see.
Hate to sound boring and normal but after returning from Seattle on Tuesday I’ve just been working. Following up on leads from the conference, creating upcoming programs, doing what I do. Also have been diligent about cheering on the Mavericks, w/o success the last two games. They need all of your support this Sunday.¢ |
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July 6, 2006 Still in Gibsons, BC, racing both Sat. & Sun. Funny, at the picnic on Canada Day Sat, Suzanne turned to me and said (with her accent) Judi, if you leave tomorrow will you have any regrets? Stopped me in my tracks. I was very intent on leaving.The RV park was rather dumpy and I was ready to hit the road. But it became clear that Suzanne would really like for me to stay and race. In fact, only if I stayed would they have enough for a local team. So here I am. The good news is she & her hubby, Paul, invited me to move my motorhome on to their driveway, which overlooks the sound. I have electricity, WiFi, and my own private bathroom. They also have totally adopted me, so I do dinner (and fine wine!) with them every night. Now I'll be sad to leave! Have done some amazing paddling while here. As I said earlier, this may be the prettiest place I've been. Have learned that maybe it's not necessarily space that I need, but visual beauty.If I awaken in a studio apartment but it's overlooking the water, I could be content.File for future reference. Will leave on the first ferry Monday a.m., headed for Sandpoint,
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7/16/06 After a week I'm still having fantasies of my fond memories of BC. Race weekend was an absolute ball! When I originally arrived in Gibsons I came early so I could train for the long course, 27K. When it became apparent that there wasn't a local long course team, but that Suzanne could pull together a team for the short course, secretly I was a bit relieved. Really wasn't sure I was up for a 3 hour race. So race morning I got up, excited about going out for a beautiful 1+ hour paddle. When we finished, imagine my feelings when go-for-it Suzanne asked me if she could pull together 4 other people, would I consider doing the long course too!Stuttering, shocked, of course I said yes. So she grabbed 4 Canadian guys who had also done the short course that morning and we called ourselves Second Time Around. Great race. Beautiful course. And 2:39 minutes of rigorous paddling. Can you say pooped?? Suzanne & I also paddled in a 2-person race on Sunday, but to say we were racing would be a grand overstatement. It was a great way to stretch out those sore muscles. As expected, good-byes were very sad. I'd become Suzanne & Paul's annex roommate. They had so warmly welcomed me into their home. They tried to convince me to stay another handful of days, but I was feeling the need to get down the road. Another surprise awaited me when I got in line for the ferry back to
Hwy. 3 across BC was absolutely gorgeous. Wine country. Rushing river. Mountains. Long day but great scenery. Spent a few days in
Spent the weekend in
Stayed through the weekend and into Monday, though, because I had a leak in my RV that I had to get repaired. My entire underneath storage area was soaked. Turns out the guy who replaced my water pump in
Spent Tues. driving east and north to
Amazing what a little rest and a new day will bring. This dumpy park really isn't so bad, and I found some trails so Jackson & I went for a long mtn bike ride. (Well, I biked and he ran.) Expending some energy was good for the soul. Still ready to connect with humans and hope to do that tomorrow @ the Thurs. practice. I've been assured it will happen, so I'm assuming the best. Bigfork really is a cool place. Has all the stuff I need mtn biking, road cycling, and LOTS of water. Pretty pricey, especially on the water, and feels a bit far from the rest of the world. Who knows. I've given up trying to figure out where I'll live. I figure I'll know when I know.¢
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7/20/06 I've hit bottom.I've really been struggling with loneliness the last few days. Haven't connected w/ anyone for nearly two weeks. So when I didn't get to paddle on Tuesday I was painfully disappointed. It's not just about the paddling, it's about the human connection.So today I called the paddling coach, told her I'd definitely be there, and counted the hours until 6:00pm. Arrived 5:55 and no boats. What the hell?? Then it hit me. Time change. I asked someone the time and it was nearly 7:00pm. It sounds crazy but I'm really, really mad at God right now. He is the only friend I have on this trip, and He could have figured out a way to let me know I'd gone through a time change. I feel abandoned.I've been here for 2 days for Gods sake! I really, really needed to connect tonite. I'm tired of sitting in this motorhome by myself. And now I don't even have God as a friend. He won't even tell me what time it is. I'm going to drink until I pass out. If I knew where home was I'd be headed there right now.¢ |
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7/24/06 No, I didn’t jump off a bridge. But let me tell you, the combination of creepy RV parks and no human connection for two weeks nearly undid me. Thanks to all who listened to my screaming and tears. It actually got worse before it got better. I went one last time on Sat. a.m. to paddle w/ the Bigfork outrigger team and they no-showed!! This time I was there on Montana time, but still, no one there. I called the coach and she said, “Oh yeah, people just had stuff to do today.” Couldn’t she have called?? I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Spent the afternoon in Kalispell. Kind of a generic town, but they were having Arts in the Park so I hung there for awhile and bought a cool handmade cutting board. Nothing like spending $$ to sooth the soul. Next up to Whitefish. I’d heard great things about Whitefish. On paper it certainly has potential. Skiing 30 min. from town. Great mtn biking, cycling, and water! Whitefish lake. Through a friend-of-a-friend I found out about services at a cool church so planned on going on Sunday. The service was 10:00 so late enough to get a ride in before. Set my alarm – got up early (Montana time…) – got out on the road – and w/in 5 miles it was clear I was very near a flat tire. Cussing flurry again ignited. What the he… ?!??!! Decided I was NOT going to give up, & told God if he had something to say to me he’d have to say it from my mtn bike. Got into the motorhome and road to trails I’d been told about. Was having a great ride but Jackson started really slowing down, which never happens in less than 2 hours and we’d only been out 45 min. So I tried to head back but soon figured out I was lost. (Don’t say it, Gail!!!) Rode down a fire road that I was sure would take us back, but started seeing homes I’d not seen on the way out. Became clear I was truly lost, so after approaching 2 homes where no one was home, I found a place where a couple were out in the front yard. When I told them I was lost they kinda laughed – said it happens all the time – and offered to take me back to my motorhome. Since Jackson was hurting I accepted, and good thing as I was nowhere near our starting point. Reta, my ride and new friend, was very nice and friendly, and by the time we arrived back at the MH she’d invited me to join their family for dinner! Obviously I accepted and you’ll all be proud – I ate a hamburger! The first in who-knows-when. Just the kind of connection I needed. So what was the message of the Church of the Mountain Bike? “I’m still with you, kid.” Today I scouted real estate and though the locals think it’s gone through the roof, compared to CA it’s quite reasonable. I can get a grandma house downtown for $300-350. And there’s an uptown area where I could walk my kayak right to the water! Hmmm… cycling, mtn biking, skiing, snow shoeing, water… What more would I want?? When I was kicking around town on Sat. afternoon I asked the guy in the cycling store who I would talk to about getting out on the water. He gave me two guys names, both who work at the sporting goods store. I stopped by the store, and Eric told me Mike has a single outrigger and access to another. Left my name and number and asked Mike to call, but in an effort to seal-the-deal I stopped by the store this afternoon. Guess who’s going out on the water tomorrow night??? So what I’ve found here is a decent RV park, lots of outdoor activities, and some nice people. I’m stayin’!! Paid here @ the park through the weekend.¢ |
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8/4/06 Whitefish is my town. After kicking around for a week it became clear it has everything I’ve asked for – mtn biking, road cycling, water, and even skiing 20 min. away. When I was scouting RE I called an agent who was willing to drive me around to show me properties. She had searched all that’s available up to $325K w/in walking distance to town. Several cute grandma houses – some dumpy. The City Beach area really caught my attention because I could walk my boat to the water. While cruising that area we saw a sign on a home that was nestled in the trees. (unlike most on city lots w/ no privacy). Suzie (realtor) called the listing agent. $429. So she took me to see it the next day. This is my house. It has everything I’ve wanted – totally private ½ acre, view of the lake from a rear deck, yard to do yoga, upstairs main living area looks into the trees like a tree house, 2 car garage, and a lavender cast iron tub! I felt absolutely comfortable there, unlike the log home that was magnificently nice, but not really comfortable. This is a comfortable home. So I offered $405, closing April 1, 2007. Rejected. $415. Rejected. Full price of $429. Rejected. Do you think God is saying “No”?? The issue, of course, is the long close of escrow. But I really want to finish my trip, and I have commitments in CA in February next year. I really don’t want to close until April 1st. So I’m convinced she’ll sit on it and w/ be much more motivated in January. “Faith is the assurance of things hoped for…” So Monday I left Whitefish and spent a glorious day in Glacier National Park. Can’t drive the motorhome very far into the park as it has a very scary, windy road with a steep drop off. They don’t allow vehicles over 19’. So I caught a shuttle that took me up, and got to do a fabulous hike. The trail was kinda the 405 of hiking trails, but even with the crowds, it was beautiful. Tuesday was eastern Montana and what can I say? Close your eyes. What do you see? That’s what’s in eastern Montana. Dropped down into Yellowstone and confirmed that National Parks in July/Aug aren’t a good idea. Was also sad to see how much had been ravaged by the fires 6-8 years ago. Still a lot of naked sticks with small new growth underneath. They say fires are good for the forest. Sure gives you a relative picture of time. Grand Teton Nat’l Park was much prettier, with the grand finale at the very southern end en route to Jackson Hole. Grand and gorgeous. Jackson strategically placed it’s Visitors Center at the north end of town, “catching” tourists coming out of the park, so I stopped for a map and learned about mountain bike trails on the east side of town. Immediately headed that way and was thrilled to see multiple riders heading for the hills. By the time I grabbed some grub and got out, I didn’t see any other riders, but had a fabulous ride nonetheless. When I returned I was going to do a second short ride so Jackson could get a run in, and was very sad to find him limping. Somewhere along the line he’d cut his paw on glass or something and it was pretty ugly. So he didn’t get to run with me on my Jackson Hole rides, and I missed him terribly. He’s a great riding buddy. Stayed for two days enjoying the riding, both on and off road. Downtown Jackson wins the prize for “most nauseating downtown”. Glitzy, touristy, pretentious. A stark contrast to the beautiful mountains that surround it. I’m sure the locals never go downtown. Since Friday afternoon I”ve been driving like crazy. Got to Denver on Sat. a.m. and had a great visit w/ my former Coldwell Banker pals, then dinner w/ Jane (sis), Steve (bro-in-law) & his kids. We went to an upscale buffet place and ate until we were ready to barf. Why is that so fun? It’s now Monday a.m. (8/7) and I’m sitting in a Cabella’s parking lot in Kansas City, MO, waiting for Jaala (niece) to arrive so we can go to breakfast. Then I’ll continue my marathon driving session to get to Indy by tomorrow. HS reunion this weekend, and playing w/ Indy pals the days before. In shock that people really choose to live in the Midwest. The humidity is oppressive. Don’t tell them that Whitefish, MT is so much better.
Friends and family are salve for the soul. I had no idea I was in such need of hugs. Have spent the last week with friends and family and I’m a new girl. HS reunion was a giggle because it was an all class reunion. “A class reunion without the class” was the motto. So I got to see folks I hadn’t seen in 30+ years. As usual, many looked great, some looked horrible, and there were grand successes and tragedies to gossip about. Got to go on a 50-mile CIBA (Central IN Bicycling Assn) ride Sat. a.m. on a tandem. Wow! It feels like cheating you can ride so fast. Never in my days have I clicked off 50 miles so quickly. I told Tom (my biking buddy) that I thought the corn fields were pretty. His response: “You must be homesick, Judi!” Met with a company on Friday morning who does wellness programs for companies who are serious about reducing healthcare costs. After getting all employees to complete a health risk appraisal using monetary motivators, they then target the highest risk 10-15% and offer them one-on-one counseling. After 8 years they now have clients who have documented stabile healthcare costs, and some have even seen reductions. In a world where costs are skyrocketing, that’s big news. But they don’t offer programming for the not-as-high risk 85-90%, so enter JU. Could be a great partnership. Am down on the farm now with mom, where Internet access is still a fantasy. So I have to drive 15 miles into “town” to connect. Welcome to rural
And what else makes me acutely aware I’ve arrived back in the
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8/29/06 Such a treat to hang out with mom @ the farm. And guess what I got to do?? Cut grass! At first she was reluctant to let me so I was forced to remind her of my 1968 business world beginnings: mowing Edna & Lucille’s lawn, two neighborhood “old maid” siblings. (Ouch! Is that what I am???) Aaaahhh, that familiar feeling of sweat and grass particles gathering on my cheeks. (and down my pants…) The smell of freshly cut grass. Like vacuuming, the instant gratification of a job completed. And best of all, the all-so-conspicuous trophy for all to see – green shoes! Went out with the Bloomington Cycling Club on Sat. a.m. (8/19) and the air was so thick I was gasping. The rural scenery was worth it though. Fields dotted with hay bails. Forest lined, winding roads that you can’t see past the turn, and my favorite, old barns. Finished the ride @ the Indiana University campus, so I wandered around for old time’s sake. Went into my freshman dorm and they now have a fitness center on the ground floor! Spoiled kids… I.U. is truly a wonderful campus. With school about to start, there was an energy of excitement. For a minute I was wishing I were registered for the fall. I’d love to go back for a graduate degree in English/Literature. Reminded me of my intent to explore small east coast liberal arts colleges this fall. Pete (step dad) and I took off Sunday afternoon for a 175 mile motorcycle ride on those same country roads. Beautiful day that was beginning to feel like fall. The cool thing about the Midwest is wherever you are, you’re 15 min. from some small town in any direction. So we wandered through Loogootee, Ooletic, Coal City. I think they’d been nippin’ in the barn when they came up with these names. Sadly left the farm on Monday a.m. (8/21) and headed back for more time with pals in Indy. Joe, a gentleman I met @ the HS reunion, invited me to camp in his driveway, so I accepted. Jackson and I quickly became comfortable as his roommates, making ourselves at home to his coffee, Cheerios, and his bubble bath when he wasn’t looking. He gave me the $2 tour of Indianapolis on Wed. nite and I was thoroughly impressed. Indy has had an extreme makeover! Downtown, to where you’d never venture after dark when I was a kid, is now complete with biking/walking trails, cool restaurants, and multiple professional sports venues. The rumor is the downtown real estate is the only area appreciating by double digits. Maybe now it will be recognized as something more than the 2nd class cousin to Chi-town. Cruised east on I-70 on Thursday, on-the-run to Wheeling, WV where my former OC pal, Kimberly and her boyfriend have moved. Wheeling is gorgeous, with hilly, forested, winding (and skinny) roads. Both Kimberly and David are thrilled with their new home, fabulous brick contemporary on 1 ½ acres. They also love the price tag – a fraction of what it would cost in so Cal. Saturday was a day I’ll never forget. Via Internet I found an outrigger canoe race near Buffalo, NY. The gal I raced with is a phenomenal human being. In 1998 she started a non-profit organization to offer outrigger canoe training & racing for handicapped people. http://www.adaptivecanoeing.org I raced on Saturday with a gal with only one leg, a gal with no legs, and a guy with cerebral palsy. I was honored, and humbled. And the best part is we kicked butt! Came in 2nd overall. Jan has trained them well. So I’ve decided to come back to Rochester, NY on 9/16, though it’s out of my way, to her home race. I’ll have the chance to video all her athletes, including soldiers who are still in rehab @ Walter Reed Hospital, but who will come down that weekend for the race. I consider it a privilege to be a part of her support team. Another unforgettable day unfolded on Monday. I had heard Ithaca, NY was a cute town, though I didn’t know it was the home of Cornell University. Arrived Sunday and found and walked the campus, even though the streets of Ithaca are very narrow and hilly and RV unfriendly. Was planning on heading out first thing Monday a.m. but decided to go back and do a run through campus, then hang @ the cool campus coffee shop, pretending to be a collegiate. Enjoyed both thoroughly. Jackson & I took the tack of asking for forgiveness instead of permission, so he freely chased the Cornell squirrels. With all the endorphins flowing and the spirit of school starting in the Ivy League, I decided to do what everyone else was doing: go to class! I asked where the largest lecture hall was – Baker 200 – and proceeded to walk into Chemistry 207. Amazing what you can accomplish when you just act like you know what you’re doing! And to my surprise, I kept up pretty well. The professor was young and energetic and spoke logically and from a chemists point of view about our energy shortage, and the inevitability of hydrogen based fuels in the future. (He came just short of telling us where to buy stock…) I took copious notes so if you’re interested in which fuels release the most C02 into the atmosphere, I’m happy to share. Was headed back to head out when I saw a building that said “Nutritional Sciences”, with people parading in. Yep. NS332. This room wasn’t quite the size of Baker 200, so I felt a bit more conspicuous, but when the (absent-minded) professor started talking about his expectations of his students, I knew I was safe. First day. He knows no one. This guy was the stereotypical professor right out of a story book. Grey hair parted over his bald spot. Eyes peering over his spectacles. Boring, boring academic. I wanted to bring to his attention that while he’s teaching his Nutrition students about density and mass of protons, his school is serving donuts and potato chips in all the collegiate cafes. Go figure. Continued my journey on some great back roads, passing through the Village of Oxford, Village of Greene, and Village of … About every 10 miles there’s a Village of Something. I saw at least two that were settled in the late 1700’s. Got the Village of Corona del Mar beat, for sure. Today was a catch-up with work day (yes, I do work, on occasion) as I listened to the tat-tat-tat of rain on my roof. It’s fun to listen to, but turned this RV Park into a mud hole. Good thing Jackson got his run in yesterday, as we’ve been holed up all day today. Next adventures: Paddling in the Adirondacks. Biking in VT/NH. Next outrigger race is 9/10 on the coast of Maine.¢ |
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Interesting where God leads. This Labor Day weekend I found myself at Saranac Village Young Life camp in
You’d think this area would sound familiar when I first located it on a map, as I was on work crew here for a month in the summer of ’76. It wasn’t until I’d been in the charming town of
I wouldn’t say I was the perfect camper. Club the first night was scheduled for
But it’s been the perfect quiet place to get some work done. Fall is a big fitness launch time. Everybody’s ready to “get in shape before the holidays” so I’m the programming fool. Also finally got out the book I wrote in ’98 to do some editing for possible 2nd edition. I’m proud to say it’s not a bad read! Had a wonderful surprise last Tuesday when a gal who’s raced the Idyllwild 24-hour mountain bike race with us for many years agreed to join me in Old Forge, NY, heart of the
Camped lakeside Wed. night, an easy effort since this area is dotted with lakes. I’ve recently learned about a 3-day, 90-mile paddle that takes place here Sept. 9-11. I’m not prepared to paddle 90 miles this year, but have it on my radar for 2007. Beautiful country. I’m now in the middle of
Anxious to explore Middlebury tomorrow, home of
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I got lost mountain biking in
Friday introduced us to
But Saturday took us to the place we’d been anxiously awaiting and Joe had been seriously researching –
Sunday was my big day and the reason I/we came to central
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Judi's Journey
Had a fabulous time in Socorro, NM 12/2-3 w/ pals I originally knew in Colorado. Cathi's daughter was in "A Christmas Carol" so we were proud cheerleaders both Friday and Saturday nights.
They are great outdoor enthusiasts - ski 3x/week, hiking, camping, fishing - so they absolutely love the Carson Valley. Skiing 15 min. from their house. They drove me all over town and showed me all the cool areas. We even looked at a Bed and Breakfast that is for sale. I could totally see living here except didn't see much acreage. 5AC parcels and lots of suburbia. Big land owners are the ranchers. I would absolutely put this on the short list of places to live, with great road and mountain biking, open space. Tahoe even has an outrigger team. The only thing I haven’t found is acres. The most I’ve seen is 5, which Christine and Paul think would be plenty for me to care for. Finished our day at church with them and her family. Was thrilled to be back at a Saturday night service.
Sitting out on a point of the peninsula looking straight into Puget Sound, it really has much to offer. Olympic Mountains to the north. Water play everywhere. Art galleries. Interesting restaurants. Local flavor. Likin’it here.
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