Showing posts from June, 2009

Strawberry Day

Friday, June 26, 2009 Beaver Dam, WI Dar rustled me out of bed early this morning so we could meet Dad and brother Bill at the U-Pick strawberry farm at 8am. Despite spending the majority of my years in the Midwest, I've never participated in this local June recreational activity, and was strangely looking forward to seeing what this was all about. On arrival we found a genuine crowd and congestion in the parking area. The process is simple: grab a "flat" -- the box you'll put your berries in, hop on the tractor/wagon combo that'll transport you out to the right spot in the field, get off, go to your assigned row, and start picking. It only took a few minutes to pick what we wanted. Reverse the process to get back to the beginning, where your haul is weighed and priced. Within a half hour we were back on the road home. Now I can check this adventure off my bucket list. This afternoon, we're driving up to Appleton to spend tonight and tomorrow with Justin a

Lazy Summer Day

Thursday, June 25, 2009 Beaver Dam, WI Today is brother Bill's birthday. He's the educated one in the family and is an assistant professor at Montana State University in Bozeman. It just so happens that he's currently in Wisconsin for a few weeks so we're going to help him celebrate with a little get-together tonight. Happy Birthday Doc! The heat and humidity of the past few days abated some today -- so we're kind'a taking it easy... or at least I'm kind'a taking it easy. Dar is cleaning inside the bus-house and will be making something light for dinner. I've been catching up on some email corespondance, reading, and actually doing a little writing. I also helped troubleshoot a TV problem Dar's Mom & Dad were having this morning. It looks like it might be time to buy a new one. T

Just post something... anything!

Thursday, June 25, 2009 Beaver Dam, WI Any reader of this blog knows I have a problem making regular entries to my journal when parked for an extended period and when my energies are focused elsewhere. I'm so far behind now, about two weeks, that I'm thinking I need to post something... anything... just to break the logjam and get the juices flowing again. So here it is... a post about nothing special... just to get things moving again -- a little like writer's Metamucil. T

The Longest Day

Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Beaver Dam, WI Well, let's see where I left off in my last entry... that's right, we were in Kalamazoo visiting Cher & Jack. We always enjoy visiting with these two and we've been there three times in the almost two years of our travels. Dar loves to dig in the dirt, weed, plant flowers, cut borders, transplant things from over there to over here, and then trim, water, and fertilize it all. It's the one thing she really misses from our previous life. Whenever she visits family and friends, and gets the opportunity, she loves to help with their yards and gardens. Both Cher and her spent a good deal of time in this manner the past few days and they got a lot done. Dar was really "diggin' it". Jack and I, on the other hand, love to watch people work in the yard. We did volunteer to run errands, chase down gardening supplies, and generally provide the ever critical support function. But, for the most part, we were the cheer lea

Kalamazoo Family

Friday, June 05, 2009 Kalamazoo, MI Being married to Dar I've gotten used to being the last couple to leave any event we go to. Whether it's a wedding, party, concert, or any other gathering of more than two people, we're usually the last ones to leave. She's talking and can't break away... she wants to help the host/hostess clean up... she's concerned about the appearance of leaving "too early". It's just the way it is and I've grown to accept it. So it was no surprise that we were among the last ones to leave the Eaton County Fairgrounds in Charlotte on Thursday. We had to run over here to see these people... over there to say good-bye to those people... and make sure pretty much everyone was gone before she gave me the "thumbs-up" and we were free to go. We did meet some neat people and made some new friends who I'm sure we'll stay in touch with for a long time. About 1pm we had the wheels rolling down I-69 on our way to

Spartan Get-Together

Wednesday, June 03, 2009 Charlotte, MI On Monday, after our little "near miss" with Mother Nature, we had an easy drive from Celina, OH. to Charlotte, MI. We arrived mid-afternoon at the Eaton County Fairgrounds, parked, and familiarized ourselves with the area and the facilities. It was only a little more than a week ago when we saw that we were positioned to take advantage of this mini-get-together of the FMCA Spartan Club and the Service Week event being held by Spartan Motors. By taking part in the event we could knock off our annual bus-house maintenance. Attendance was limited to 100 coaches. The fact that they still had room for us at this late date probably says something about the economy and, maybe, the number of people exploring the country in this lifestyle. Spartan Motors is located right here in Charlotte, MI., just south of Lansing. It was here where the bus-house chassis was built way back in December of 2006. Spartan builds these chassis to the coach-build


Monday, June 01, 2009 Charlotte, MI We woke to dark skies and thunder at the Mercer County Fairgrounds in Celina, OH. this morning. I jumped out of bed, peeked at the radar online, and saw a large storm approaching. This wasn't in the plans... the rain wasn't supposed to start until later in the day. I also checked the NOAA weather website for warnings and watches, and saw that Mercer County Ohio, the county we were in, was the ONLY county for 5 states around that was under a severe thunderstorm warning... the ONLY one! What the heck? Not wanting to get stuck in the grassy low spot we selected for our one-night camp, I rousted Dar and we did the "two minute drill" getting the bus-house ready to move in just a few more than two minutes. I started the Cummins diesel, pulled the jacks, and was starting to move just as heavy rain and hail started to fall in earnest. The immediate objective was an asphalt parking lot a few hundred feet away where we could wait out the st