With April Gone.....It's About Time

The last night frost is barely a week ago and we are still wondering how much longer the cold weather will last.

This nasty type of weather is anything but normal and Bea is showing me pictures of previous years when flowers were out at this time of the year.

Ice cold northern winds are turning even sunny days into frosty experiences.

Finally yesterday, I saw the first forsythia starting to show their happy yellow flowers and today I saw a few daffodils near our front yard apple tree.

Finding something to do during cold days I have been trying to stick to indoors tasks.

Our motorhome had been sitting quietly, untouched, until the day I discovered something wasn’t right. The passenger-side rear inner tire had completely lost its pressure—and no matter how hard I tried, it refused to take on any air.

With no quick fix in sight, I booked an appointment at a repair shop just across the border, hoping for a straightforward solution. But things turned out to be anything but simple.

After dropping off the rig, the shop owner called with an update. They were struggling—big time. The wheel nuts wouldn’t budge. Even their air tools were no match for them. In the end, it took three mechanics, a very long breaker bar, and a good deal of determination to finally loosen them by hand.

As it turned out, this was the same troublesome tire that had caused us headaches throughout our trip, requiring assistance not once, but twice before. The culprit, yet again, was the valve stem.

This latest chapter in our tire saga set us back $150—an amount that, considering the effort involved, felt almost reasonable. Now, with the repair behind us, we’re crossing our fingers and hoping this will finally put an end to the issue for good.

As if the tire troubles weren’t enough, the list of little fixes around the motorhome kept growing. This time, our attention turned to the pleated window blinds. Over the course of the trip, they had taken a beating—some were crumpled beyond redemption, while another sagged helplessly, its strings long past their prime.

Instead of patching things up one by one, we decided it was time for a full upgrade. We ordered roller-style blinds for the entire coach, hoping for a cleaner look and a more durable solution on the road.

Of course, nothing in motorhome life is ever quite as simple as it sounds. What seemed like a straightforward swap quickly turned into a labour-intensive project, demanding patience, time, and more effort than we had bargained for. Still, step by step, we’re transforming the space—making it a little more comfortable and a lot more our own.

And while I had been spending time in the bus, Bea had been busy in the kitchen department baking delicious bread and buns. 

And speaking of baking, I can mention our dear  neighbour Deanna. Her cakes look just as amazing as her house.

If for once the weather turns out a little sun, we take Dixie out for a forest walk. The other week we had just returned to the van and were about to drive away when we discovered this little guy: Do you know what it is?

JUST IN:

Full winter in Nova Scotia and northern New Brunswick

The news of yet another return of winter is definitely a bit unsettling. Just when we thought we were finally past the season’s icy grip, here it comes again, reminding us that the weather has a mind of its own.

It’s a harsh reminder that no matter how many sunny days we might have ahead, the unpredictable nature of winter still has a few tricks up its sleeve. I’m sure many of us are hoping it’s just a brief cold snap, but either way, it adds a bit of a chill to the air—both literally and metaphorically.

Time to pull out the extra blankets, maybe huddle in for a few more cozy nights indoors. Here’s to hoping that spring shows up soon to stay!

So Dixie says Good-Bye and takes another nap waiting for better weather.

Happy Easter!

Between rain showers and snow showers I extend our greetings to my readers! 

Though my personal happiness may have been more pronounced in earlier years, we are trying to keep our anger and frustration under control. 

When power-hungry madmen around the globe are affecting everyone's life, there really is not much reason to be happy.

Our early return from the south, caused by health concerns, has probably saved us hundreds of $$$ as Diesel fuel has jumped with 2 dollars/gal.

The cold and unpredictable weather over the past 4 weeks has made us huddle inside, letting our wood stove work overtime consuming copious amounts of firewood.

And yes, I have seen the doctor and been to the hospital for a CT-Scan. 

Charlotte County Hospital

The result was uplifting (they couldn't detect any thing wrong) but that leaves us with a huge question mark about the reason for my still ongoing headaches. So for further testing I expect a date at an MRI to dig a bit more. 

As we now move through the month of April we are hopeful that we will see some better weather, so we can finally begin with outside work like starting the garden and doing needed maintenance on buildings and vehicles.

Winter Is Dragging Its Feet

FRIDAY THE 13th

4:30am is not my favorite time of the day. But it was Friday and I had a 7am appointment at the hospital's imaging department for my CT-scan.

It was chilly in the house which made we wonder what kind of weather we had this morning. Stepping outside, I noticed a little fresh snow, just a dusting on the ground. Frost filled the air. Window wipers where frozen to the glass. Most of the night it had been raining then turned to snow. The roads would be treacherous. 1.5hr. drive to the hospital was not what I wanted.

An hour later I called the hospital and canceled.

They gave me a new time for Wednesday. I can live with that. It is only a little more than a year ago the hospital in St.Stephen had gotten that CT-scanner. Before that, people from Campobello had to travel 3 hours to Saint John.

Well, Bea had gone to sleep again while I made sure we had a fire in the wood stove.

Saturday, March 14. The curtains are still drawn. Daylight Saving Time and at 6:45am it is still pitch dark. So I have my coffee and another portion of disgusting news of the day. Why are we doing this to ourselves - filling our morning with atrocities happening around the globe? I make a mental note of stopping this morning madness.

Finally daylight arrives, and I pull open those curtains. What can I say...? Thick snowflakes have already covered the ground transforming it into a Christmas-style postcard picture, and more is coming down.

Oh my.....

Aren't we just a week from the start of spring?

We need to bring more firewood into the house!

Bea has an idea. She wants to bake breakfast buns. I love fresh-baked breakfast buns.

A couple of hours later the delightful smell from the baking stove is moving through the house. Meanwhile, the snow has stopped and the sun is now working overtime to melt the white stuff again. A cold wind is working against it, making outside activities unpleasant. Not even Dixie likes it outside.

So we stay where we are. Well - not quite. We are out of a few supplies and I drive across the border. My goal - the Dollar store. Milk is cheaper there. Another stop at the IGA and I get some more stuff. They got eggs for 2bucks.

But while eggs are cheap, gas prices are soaring. "A small price to pay", says the president. He should ask those people with a minimum wage who have a daily commute.

Let this lighten your day....

The Greyest Of Grey Days

HOME FOR A WEEK

Waking up on this day I found the outside world in a state of 500 shades of grey. So with a 100% of humidity we won't be moving around outside. 

So time for reflection.

Clearly, we have been busy getting ourselves reinstalled in the house. And that didn't just happen without hick-ups.

Like in years earlier, we found that we had way too much stuff in the motorhome. Our clothes, our kitchen utensils and our gadgets had to find their original places in the house.

The most overshadowing problem has been the water supply. We had days with absolutely no water from our well, and then suddenly water was running for 2 days, just to fail again. On and off it went, never to be reliable. We still hope that milder weather will help to restore a normal water supply.

Then one afternoon our power went out. There wasn't any storm going on, so we wondered about the reason. Shortly before dark, the power came back on. Later we heard that someone had hit a power pole in an accident.

Personally, I still had to deal with my headaches. After a doctor's visit I got a referral for a CT-scan, which will be done tomorrow, Friday. I hope that Friday 13 doesn't imply anything sinister happening.

The past 2 days have been warm and sunny. In fact, day temps climbed up to 10C (50F) and the warming sun even made it possible to sit down outside coffee in hand.

Snow was finally starting to melt and I was able to fix an electrical issue on our motorhome. Before we left in October, I had removed our Magnum Inverter/Charger as I couldn't get it to work. A 3000W Renogy inverter from our trailer was installed instead, which got us through the winter. Now, I tested our Magnum and to my surprise found that it actually was working. So the Magnum was reinstalled in the motorhome and it is working just fine. 

A successful job like this and it makes me feel good.

The coming days will be significantly colder with temps below freezing again. Thankfully, we have lots of firewood so we will stay warm. Our central heating which is run by an electric forced-air furnace has been disconnected. Running that in cold temps is the same as registering for bankruptcy. If I'd be 30 years younger I'd install solar for the house and kiss the power company Good Bye. Besides of firewood, we use a couple of electric oil radiators which are much more efficient than the furnace in the basement.

So we should be fine riding out the last weeks of winter.

I have had days with contemplating whether we left California too early in a panic. But two facts have made these thoughts go away.

As you all have noticed gas prices are on a steep rise due to the illegal and completely unnecessary war the orange pedo-ape has started. And now Iran promised that they will not allow any oil to pass through the strait of Hormuz. But we still got home on much lower prices, and if we have to stay home next winter we will do so.

Number two has more natural reasons: Temperatures in Holtville, CA have risen into the 30s C and will peak at 41C for March 20. This would have been forbiddingly too much for us and directly deadly for Dixie.

So with that consolation in mind, I can live through a grey day and stay in front of my wood stove.

Best way to spend the day

The Homecoming

The trouble of returning home after months of absence can be that "normal" functions" in the house don't function any more. 

This time we discovered that our deep drilled well did not have enough water to provide us with running water. But I think you read about that already in my previous posting.

This is not a good situation. Nobody can live without water.

First day we got by with using our 2 5gal containers we had in the motorhome. But then we had to seek help from our neighbours. 

Then of course, our house was really cold. We connected 3 oil-based radiators and got a roaring fire in the wood-burning stove.

Our property here has been "blessed" with lots of snow. This white stuff is in the way when trying to get into the garage, or the wood shed. And some of it is frozen to a heavy ice barrier. Yesterday we had sunshine and no wind, but today olde sun didn't show itself and we got subzero freezing conditions.

A fellow islander came by with his truck and plow. He pushed a lot of snow out of the way. This makes room for parking our trailer and being able to drive close to our wellhead. Our plumber had suggested to fill water into the well. With our 50gal water tank that could help.

This morning I had my medical appointment. I will have to go for a CAT-SCAN the coming week. 

I was still tired after that long haul homewards. Notice that I am not young any more.

Home Free!

Yes, we made it home - yesterday. But we got way too busy to do a posting.

Yesterday, started with -11C (12F) and that caused a whole lot of problems. Overnight there hadn't been enough battery capacity to run that little fan, so the water was frozen again. But worse things were underway.

Under a routine walk-around I discovered that passenger side tire was down quite a bit. So I unpacked our air hose and connected into the compressor outlet. After starting the engine I noticed air gushing out from that connector.

Removing the air hose didn't make a difference. The connector didn't close. I tried  multiple times but it didn't work. Then, finally after using Bea's hair dryer on it, it did close. But I didn't dare to try the air hose again.

So we left with a low pressure tire. Bea went onto the internet and found a tire service in Portsmouth, NH. We pulled into their yard and found two helpful guys inside the building.

When one of them started looking at the valve stem of the inner tire he discovered a damaged valve stem. A minute later he had gotten a new flexible stem from the shop and put himself under the motorhome to replace the old one. 

At the tire service

It takes a service minded person to do this outside in freezing temperatures. He finished his work by controlling both sides of rear tires and even our trailer.

When it was time to pay, the manager didn't want any money, instead he hinted to pay the worker directly, which I did. What a good man and a good outfit!

\We went back to the Interstate and continued for our last miles northward. We had lost about 2 hours that morning but made it to Bangor,ME before noon. 

3hrs later, we reached Canada Customs, where our bus and car was searched by two agents!  This is quite crazy, given the fact that we are locals here and would never even think of smuggling anything through the border. But I get it. There was no traffic and the agents must have been pretty bored.

We unloaded the car in the Roosevelt Parking Lot then continued home. 

Restarting the house was a problem right away. Our well pump did not produce any water, despite the power being turned on. So either our well is empty, or it is frozen. The latter being the most probable cause.

Our good neighbour Deanna had invited us for dinner so we warmed ourselves under a delicious meal. 

                                

Was This The Most Unpleasant Day?

Waking up this morning it was really cold in the rig, so I was quick turning the heater on full. I think we left Freehold NJ around 7:30am. 

Despite adding antifreeze to our rest of fresh water, the water froze. Our rig has a small electric heater in the wet compartment and we turned on the "system heat" button. Our solar panels should produce enough power to keep it running while driving.

And as we got rolling we joined the insane morning rush hour. Everybody was in a hurry to get to work. I have seen a lot of ruthless crazy driving in my days, but this morning took the cake. Not only were there a million of small cars but also an army of transit buses.

The goal was to get onto the "Garden State Parkway" for a short distance, than transfer to the I-287 with our aim being Newburgh,NY. The 287 becomes the I-87, one part of it veers to the north-east through New Jersey and which we cannot take because of dangerously low bridges. Instead we continued in heavy traffic towards Newburgh. 

Hudson River

While the I-87 continues towards Albany, we left onto the I-84 which leads down to Connecticut and towards the I-90 meeting the I-495 through Massachusetts. 

And finally we got down to the end of I-495 where entering the I-95 gave us that special feeling of almost being home. Besides of the horrible traffic volume around New York, through Hartford,CT and near the Boston area, our other big problem today was the ice-cold weather. Temps got down to -8C (17.6F) which means it gets really, really cold in the motorhome. Those Class A rigs with a rear engine have not enough dash heat to warm up the interior, something we have noticed years ago with our first Class A diesel. So we donned Polar-style clothing and yet it got cold. RVs are NOT made for winter use, regardless of what sales people will tell you.

And I need to mention the frightful state of the Interstates in Massachusetts. Despite the state cashing in on $$$$ in tolls, the roads have giant potholes and terrible bridge crossings. A true nightmare for drivers.

Below: Hartford,CT through our windshield

Once we got across into New Hampshire we turned into the parking lot of the NH Liquor Outlet. A great place to spend a peaceful night. It was also there that we discovered our water was running again. That little fan is a good thing to have.

So after many days starting from Holtville,CA this day feels like something we could have been without. Now, another cold day lies ahead for us and once being home....oh boy we have to restart the house again. But that's for tomorrow.

The NH Liquor outlet

Big Parking lot for ourselves

We Went Across The Sea!

 It's not the most common way people choose when they go north into the New England States but it has certain benefits and a big draw-back. I am talking about the outer route to avoid being swallowed up in big city traffic through Washington, Baltimore and Philadelphia.

Leaving our camp in South Carolina, we went north on the I-95 to Emporia, North Carolina. From there Highway 58 is heading east via Suffolk to Norfolk. From Norfolk we took the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. But the problem is getting through Norfolk, a city-monster of the worst imaginable. Not only it is the horrible traffic, but worse still is missing signage to the Chesapeake BBT.

Once we reached it, our stress turned to relaxation. There is a low speed limit of 55mph and seemingly they enforce it as well. So exciting to drive on a road which all-of-a-sudden dives under the surface of the bay, while ships are happily sailing above crossing the tunnel. And then the road appears like a new-born Poseidon out from the depth and continues along bridges. But like Poseidon you get another chance to explore the depth of the Chesapeake Bay when the second tunnel swallows your vehicle. The tunnel then spits you out to more bridges until you reach Cape Charles, VA.

We stayed overnight in a big parking lot where the bridges are ending. There is a beautiful nature trail with overlook across the salt mashes. What a pleasure to walk there in utter peace after the stressful crossing through Norfolk.

The area once was of strategic importance under WWII when German submarines and warships were feared. A huge cannon was built, able to shoot at targets 25 miles away. The cannon I measured to be 23m (82ft) long. A true monster. However, it was never fired!

Overlook salt marsh

So this morning we got up really early, leaving our overnight location to reach Lewes, DE from where I had booked a ferry service to get us across the Delaware Bay.

The trip to Lewes took 3 hours and just like in Norfolk,VA the signage to the ferry terminal was abysmal. But we made it to the ferry terminal 2.5hrs. early. We were let into the staging lines as the first vehicle for the ferry departure at 12:15pm. 

Our arrival at Lewes,DE ferry terminal
Courtesy WEBCAM

We knew that the ticket building has a webcam from where the full staging area can be seen. So we called our family in Germany. They went online and could see us, waving at them. So much fun! Bea's brother even watched our arrival at Cape May on the New Jersey side.

The next 2.5hours we drove along the Garden State Parkway (toll road) ending our day at the Walmart in Freehold, NJ. We have used this overnight location a couple of times earlier. It is rather quiet and peaceful here.

Because of expected frost, we bought plumbing antifreeze here to fill into our fresh water tank. Yes, we can't use it for anything else than the toilet, but that way we can let it go into water lines. 

Approaching Cape May

This image shows the arrival of our ferry at Cape May, NJ
Courtesy WEBCAM

The End Of I-20

                           

                       Traffic can be heavy when approaching big cities

After 5 days at 650kms/day we reached Florence SC where we met with our friend Carmen. 3 days alone were spent on the I-20.

Carmen's rig, a brand new AIRSREAM

Yesterday, we had been in steady contact with our friend Carmen who drove up from Jekyll Island, GA to meet us at the "Midpoint I-95 RV-Park".

The RV-Park is an excellent choice for anyone traveling along the I-95 and wanting to take a break in peaceful surroundings with all the comforts of modern amenities.

Tall pine trees are lining the park roads and for someone like me who likes natural surroundings, the lack of concrete pads is a real blessing.

Planning ahead, we studied weather forecasts and found that it is better to stay yet an extra day to avoid getting into the coldest days back home.

This morning I also got a doctors appointment for March 5.

Then we will have to wait for results of tests.

Carmen walking the dogs

Some Places Have Odd Names

While moving from one state to the next we see a lot of place names. And most of them we just wonder about their meaning. Now today we were driving through Mississippi and near the city of Meridian we saw the name LOST GAP.

This triggered our curiosity and Bea looked it up on Google. (What did we ever do without GOOGLE?)

Down below is what we found. This was published in a WORDPRESS blog.

We concluded today's trip at after 406 miles at a Walmart in Pell City,AL.

      A History of “the” Lost Gap

November 12, 2022 — 1 Comment

On November 1, 2012, Steve Gillespie, Managing Editor of The Meridian Star, referencing the book Railroads of Meridian by J. Parker Lamb, wrote an article in which he detailed the history behind the name Lost Gap:

Lost Gap (just outside of Meridian, Mississippi) got its name because of a compass failure that occurred during construction of the Southern Railroad line around 1859.

For three days two surveying crews each waited on the other to join up with them to lay out the route. Finally their search parties met up.

Underground iron deposits were blamed for the mix-up, skewing the magnetic compasses, which caused the eastbound crew to veer south, and the westbound crew to veer north. Consequently the route has an unplanned section of track running north and south — a “lost gap” in the original route survey.

The Alabama and Vicksburg Railroad operated the rail line through Lost Gap from 1899-1926. A map from this era from Mississippi Rails shows the strange curve in the rail line at Lost Gap.

WHY ALL THIS SMOKE?


Besides of dealing with strange place names, we noticed that our vision forward got sort of limited. The area around Tuscaloosa (another name with a meaning) was enveloped in a grey stinkin' smoke. Again, we googled it and found that the entire Gulf Coast has wildfires from where the smoke drifted north.

Free dump station along the Interstate

Bridge over the Mississippi