Terrific Tuesday

And, what made today so great?

We sold a car!

Yee-HAW!

Our bug just left in the happy hands of a couple from our Winnie group. We just happened to mention at breakfast Sunday that it was for sale. That planted a seed. They thought about it on the way home and decided they needed to come and take a look. And, this evening they decided they needed to take it home. We're delighted that our vintage beauty has found a new home with friends. We wish them all many happy and carefree miles. 

Suddenly, we're feeling a lot lighter! 

The rest of the day we maintained our manic pace of packing and last minute purging. We're down to the wire here, so we are being ruthless in our purging. We are surprised that we still have stuff to get rid of.  (A word here to future fulltimers: When you're days away from hitting the road, chances are you'll be surprised, too.) Right now, though, it feels like we have it pretty well handled. 

The FedEx man delivered our new bike rack today, and Boris went right to work on the "some assembly" that was required. Within minutes, he had the new rack in one piece, and it looks like it will work great. The cover should be here tomorrow. It'll be great to get it all loaded on to the moose.

As the reality hit that we will be on the road in a week, I took a few minutes to plot out a route for our Oregon travels and make a campground reservation. As much as I would have loved to spend the rest of the afternoon planning, I could hear these boxes calling my name. 

They'll be plenty of time to work on planning our journey...soon.

And, that, dear readers, is all pretty terrific!

Manic Monday

Rested, refreshed and recharged after our weekend away, we hit the ground running this morning. We are in serious multi-tasking mode around here! 

Lots of things got done today. I mean, lots! 

We have two "big things" left in the house that belong to us: a sleeper sofa sectional and an upright freezer. We found a buyer for the former, put the latter on Craigslist and have one interested party for that. Our biggest concern about the sectional was getting it out of our upstairs loft. We have vague memories of delivery people struggling to wedge each piece up several flights of stairs. This is one of those things that has haunted us. We had hopes that our buyer would take it, but she's not interested. So, today Boris and I mustered our collective strength and geometry skills and successfully got the thing down to ground level. Yahoo!!

The person who bought our monster workstation is coming back tonight to pick up the remaining two pieces. So, with just one day of usable workspace left, I went to work on a bunch of tasks that required that required use of this big flat surface. I destroyed dozens of floppy disks. (I can't remember when I last actually used a floppy disk!) And, I started the process of erasing files from our desktop, which we'll give to charity on Thursday. That's a very time consuming task. The eraser application overwrites each file 35 times!

While the hard drive was humming, I ran a handful of clothes that will go into storage to the cleaners. (You don't want to store dirty clothes!) While I was out, I picked up Bullwinkle's quilt from the longarm quilter, brought it home, pulled out the sewing machine and sewed on the binding. I'll finish the job by hand, but I wanted to take advantage of this great workspace one last time. 

With the clock ticking, right now I am attempting to reinstall the operating system on our PC laptop. The operative word there is "attempting". No success yet. But, I'm hoping I can restore this thing to something that will at least be useful for surfing. If not, I'll erase the files on it and throw it in with the desktop. 

Boris was very busy today facilitating address changes, terminating utilities, faxing real estate paperwork, scheduling "de-staging" and our trip to the title company to sign documents for closing. The best news is I think he's found someone to buy our old bug. And, if that doesn't work out, it sounds like he might have a backup plan. 

After the rest of this workstation makes its way out the door tonight, I know two people who will definitely be ready to put their feet up!

Our Last Trip as Weekenders

We're back from our Winnebago outing in unbearably hot Chico. Check out Bullwinkle's Travels for details and evidence of the extreme heat.

It was sad saying so long to our fellow Chardonnay Travelers. We all vowed to stay in touch and look forward to seeing them somewhere down the road. They are a great group of people. We're so glad to know them. 

The weekend away was just what we needed. It was a welcome break before the scramble of our final week in our house. We got lots of great sleep, which we desperately needed, and wonderful support from our Winnie friends.

As we packed up and headed home this morning, we were very mindful that this was our last trip as "weekenders". The next time we leave a campground, we won't be headed home. Instead, we'll be leaving for another campground!  As we pulled Bullwinkle into the storage facility for the last time, we smiled at the the thought of never again having to squeeze through the entry gate or drive over countless speed bumps to get to our spot. I stopped in the storage office and got everything set up for us to vacate the place on Friday. We can't wait. 

It's Sunday, and our second to the last trash night. It'll be a big one! We have dinner scheduled with friends, then we'll be filling the extra space in our neighbors' bins. 

I have a feeling our plans for tonight are a precursor to the week: many farewell meals with friends, in between dumping the final loads of our stuff. 

It should be some kind of week. Then, we'll be "weekenders" no more!

Chilling in Chico

Greetings from beautiful (and very hot) Chico, California.

We're here to meet up with our Winnebago friends for the weekend and tell them goodbye. Not so sure we're quite ready for all that.

Our day has been a long one. We loaded up the cats and our stuff (for the last time as weekenders) and drove the Jeep to the RV dealer in Petaluma. It was many miles out of our way for the day, but it was the best way to get the last bit of warranty work we needed. At last, all is well with Bullwinkle.

When we pulled into the dealer, we saw a brand, spankin' new '08 Voyage 32H sitting on the lot waiting for its new owner. Looking across the lot, we happened to see the soon-to-be-owners getting out of their car and heading for the new coach. We were SO happy for them! 

It was just about a year ago that we picked up our moose. Watching this happy couple, we just couldn't help putting ourselves in their place. We exchanged pleasantries before they went about the business of their pre-delivery inspection. We told them we had a coach just like their's and loved it. They seemed encouraged at those simple words. 

Oh, how much would we have loved to have met a couple like us who had a coach like ours for a year and loved it on the day we picked up our brand, spankin new coach!

We got our keys and began hooking the squirrel to the moose. I trotted over to the brand, spankin new coach like ours and knocked on the door. The happy couple welcomed me in and started asking lots of questions. I gave them a select pieces of sage advice and assured them, once again, they had purchased a great coach. 

Knowing that Boris was about ready to roll, I handed them our card. I encouraged them to contact us with any questions. They said they definitely would. We look forward to that. 

As we sit here in Chico, chilling out after a long day's drive, our thoughts are with the happy couple who, like us just one year ago, are enjoying their Christmas in June and are looking forward to life in their new coach. 

Cheers!

Getting Ready to Store

We made today another good day. It definitely feels like we've left the "overwhelm" behind us. Boris says "we're out in front of it". And, I agree! There's bound to be another wave or two of emotion out there somewhere. But, for now, we have things well in hand. 

It just so happens that the seams in our garage floor create 7 x 7 ft. squares. How convenient! We've stacked most of our boxes in one of the squares, and so far so good. It looks like it should all fit. Our fingers are definitely crossed. 

Fellow future fulltimers Tom and Marci posed the question of what we're planning on packing in our POD. And, how we chose to go the POD route in the first place. Good questions! 

Although we have no idea how long we'll be fulltimers, we are planning to come off the road sometime. Be it in six months, or six years, we will find ourselves back in a stick and brick house one day. When that day comes, we don't exactly want to start over from scratch. We just might want to have some stuff. But, what do we know? 

With no family around for a couple thousand miles, we don't have a place nearby to "park" any of our possessions. Plus, we have no plans to land anywhere near here. Besides, there's nothing about Northern California that is central. Whatever we store needs to be moved. We decided we'd move our stuff to the middle of the country. That way, it's close to family, located in a place we plan to pass through several times while we're on the road, and a heck of a lot closer to any place we might eventually settle.

About a year ago, we started thinking about our criteria for what we would be willing to move and store for the duration of our fulltiming adventures. China, crystal, art, photos and quilts were the Big Five. Why? I'm not sure. But, they were. So, we went with it. Then, we added the mixer and my stash to the list. We own one piece of new furniture, which we looked far and wide for. It's small and we love it. So, it's the one piece of furniture we're planning to keep.  We each have a few files from our work lives that we want to hang on to. (I confess! I have several more than Boris.) We decided to keep a very few books. (How we chose which were keepers I really can't remember.) We also have a few mementos and heirloom type things that we just plain decided we'd keep.  And, we're going to pack a wardrobe box with a few things, mostly so we have dress clothes close to our family's homes should we need them for weddings and funerals. We've packed one small box that has Bullwinkle's factory-issued bedding inside. It's labeled "Load Last" so it'll be within easy reach when and if we trade for a new moose. Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. We're taking our mattress and box springs, if they fit. If not, they'll be on the last charity load.

Now, that it's just about all packed up, it's more than we thought it would be. But, it is a small fraction of what we had.

Since we're moving and storing, we looked into the different options that were available. We found a handful of companies that do the "we'll bring a container to you, you load it, we'll pick it up and deliver it" thing. Originally, we thought we'd load our container and fly to Kansas City, rent a truck, unload the container and move it to a self storage. (Yeah, it didn't take us too long to figure out that was way too much work.) When we talked to the PODS people, they had a solution that really worked for us: they'd deliver a POD, we'd load it, they'd move it to their climate-controlled warehouse in Kansas City and there it would sit until we called them to deliver it to our sticks and bricks. And, the price was right. 

There are three handy sizes of PODS: small, medium and large. Based on the amount of stuff that met our storage criteria, we were thinking about going with the medium. But, we very recently discovered that the container that is the perfect size for us is not used for long distance moves. Curses! So, rather than paying for space we couldn't possibly fill, we decided to downsize. Where we once thought we'd have plenty of space, now we have our fingers crossed that it'll all fit.

If we were to approach all this purely from an economic perspective, we wouldn't move or store a thing. We'd ship a couple of boxes of family heirlooms to family members and call it done. For what we'll pay in moving and years of storage, we could probably replace everything in that container with funds to spare. We're letting our hearts guide us on this one. One day, we'll have that container delivered to our new house. Sure, we'll open some boxes and think "we can't believe we packed this worthless stuff". But, we'll open others and say, "we're so glad we kept this all these years." 

That'll be priceless!

A Better Day

We're on the upside of the pre-fulltiming ups and downs today. We woke up this morning determined to make it a good day, and guess what? It was! 

We worked hard today to clear a whole bunch of stuff out of here. The Salvation Army came and took away more than they said they could (thanks guys), which means all of our big, unsold furniture is now gone. 

Yee haa!

A young woman came and purchased our bar stools. Lots of meals, conversations, drinks and dreams were shared in those two chairs. Now, just like us, they're off on a new journey.  The husband of another young woman we've had lots of craigslist conversations with came to pick up the first load of our office furniture that they're getting for a steal, and they know it. Again, it's furniture that triggers years of memories for us. But, today, we're thankful that someone is willing to give this monstrous piece of furniture a new home.

Even with all the staging, our house is finally starting to feel empty. We have a stack of packed boxes that doesn't (yet) fill a 7x7 foot square in our garage. It looks like we might actually be moving around here. Finally, we have something that resembles a sense of accomplishment with all this.

And, that's a very good thing!

Mixed Bag

With this post, we raise our right hands and swear to tell the truth. 

It's not that we've lied in the past, mind you. It's just that today we're approaching the blog with a spirit of full disclosure, in hopes that it might provide some helpful perspective to another future fulltimer who comes down this road after us. 

Today was one of those days that reminds us what a big transition this is and how stressed we are.

The details of the day don't really matter, except that I (Natasha) found myself blubbering in tears twice today over stressful, but really stupid little things. Neither of us is getting much sleep these days, which is the recipe for a real mixed bag of emotions for the both of us, especially when we have a ton of things to do.

Yes, we have all sorts of things to do. There is still packing and purging, but it's tough to tell how much is left because we're living in a fully staged house. We have to keep reminding ourselves that we don't have to worry about all this stuff. It's really messing with us.

But, besides the packing and purging, we have to get the moose ready to hit the road. We had to drop it off in Petaluma today to get a window replaced. While on that 5-hour errand, we discovered we need a new bike rack and were disappointed to find the floormats we ordered from Winnebago to be, well, a disappointment. 

Besides getting the moose ready, we have to contact everyone from the post office to the daily newspaper to let them know our new address (which we just got today!), or discontinue service before we leave, or this, that or the other thing. There's so much that so many places need to know. And, we just hope it all works. 

We're tired. Really tired. Living a life of serious disruption for the last several weeks, we're not doing all of this with the energy of two excited people ready to start a new chapter in life...anymore.  No, today we feel like a couple of people in some serious need of a shot of Geritol. 

But, we know that between the tears and the grumpiness, we really are two excited people ready to start a new chapter in life. And, we know that we are truly blessed that we have such an opportunity. Sure, we're tired. But, we're healthy. And, any other day, we're pretty darn youthful. And, when we need to pull ourselves out of the dark side, we just remind ourselves how truly fortunate we are: We sold our house in four days! 

One way or another, this house will be empty come closing day. Every this, that and the other thing will be taken care of. Bullwinkle and Rocky will be ready. And, so will we. 

Meanwhile, we are in the midst of a big transition. We are stressed. It's good stress, indeed. But, still, it's stressful. 

Our advice to ourselves, and other good folks who follow us on this road, is to take care of ourselves and keep moving toward that light at the end of this tunnel. We'll emerge into the light of a sunny new day...very soon!

Where Did All This Stuff Come From?

Whew! I won't bore you with another lengthy post. Just know that the final round of purging and packing continues. 

The surprise du jour is that we still have a lot of stuff. 

Mind you, we've been working on parting with our stuff for a year. That's 365 days! And, still, we have a lot of stuff. 

Where did it all come from?

All I know is that in 14 days, most of it will be gone.

Facing Reality

This weekend has been a tough one, folks. With just a day or two over two weeks before we vacate this place, we're facing the hard truth about all of our stuff: We still have too much.

We ordered our POD today. It's arriving Friday, July 3 for us to load. Two weeks from tonight we'll have it locked and loaded, ready for pickup bright and early Monday, July 6. Then, it'll be shipped off to the midwest, where it will sit in climate-controlled comfort for who knows how long.

Our POD is small. At just 7 x 7 x 8 feet, that adds up to just 392 cubic feet for us to store everything we want to keep but don't want to take along in our 300 square foot motorhome.

As soon as the Salvation Army truck pulls away on Wednesday with all of our unsold Craigslist items, we're going to tape a 7 x 7 foot square on our garage floor and start stacking. That will be very interesting. 

Our game plan from here on out is to start emptying rooms. That's a little tough to do, because all of these rooms will have staging stuff in them until the 1st or so. Today, our goal was to empty the guest room. On the surface, that sounded like a quick, one-hour project. After all, it was just the closet. Seriously, I didn't think there was that much in there.  But, I'm sad to report our guest room is not yet "cleared". 

Ugh! 

To be fair, the guest room closet emptying project sort of spilled over into the office closet. So, I found myself dealing with stuff in that black hole, too. It ended up taking several hours and it's still not done. But, it's progress, I guess. 

Of special note in today's cleanup was my knitting stuff. I'm a newbie knitter who, I discovered today, appeared to have become quite interested in this new hobby. I demonstrated my new found enthusiasm by buying more yarn than I needed and starting and not finishing two sweaters and at least one pair of socks. Today, I had no room in my psyche for UFOs (Unfinished Objects). So, out went the sweater pieces. The collective hours that went into the trash today was tough to take. But, as Boris pointed out, one way to look at the time I spent on these two UFOs was as entertainment. 

"It's like watching a movie," he said. "If you enjoyed it at the time, it's worth it." 

Good point, dear. Thanks! 

I reduced my knitting clutter to one bag, which should ride just fine in the moose. Knitting is a great hobby for the road. It's lightweight and doesn't take much space or many tools.

I cleared my quilting stuff, too. I'm taking a wee bit of stash and a few essential notions with me on the road. It all fits in one small plastic container. Another container had notions I won't part with, and that will go to storage. The rest of my fabric, batting and my stash cabinet will be delivered to a quilting friend later this week.

So it goes! 

It's trash night once again, so time for the Sunday night check in. Our neighbors have a bulky trash pickup scheduled for tomorrow. They placed a few little things at the end of their driveway and invited us to add to the pile. We did! Thanks, neighbors! Our bins are once again filled to the brim. And, we have a couple of extra bags that will find a home in a neighborhood bin later tonight. 

What we're noticing right about now is how we're feeling about getting rid of our stuff. Some things, like the sectional in our loft, we're ready to take a chainsaw to them if that's what it takes to get them out the door. (Long story.) As we face the idea of purging smaller things, now this is the stuff that's made it through many cuts. 

In the end, the fate of the remaining little stuff will be determined by what will fit in 392 cubic feet.  

And, that's hard.

Hitchin'

One of our thousand to-dos was to get a receiver welded to our drop hitch receiver so our three bikes could ride along with the Jeep. 

That required, among other things, the services of a welder. Boris found just such a place just across a bridge where they happily added a receiver to our drop hitch and now it looks like the bikes and the Jeep can happily co-exist.

The guys at the shop were just great. Now, Natasha needs to figure out how to make a cover for three bikes riding behind our motorhome. 

I'm right on it!

Pictures Posted

The countdown to our great escape is on. And, we definitely feel it. There's lots to do, and just a few days to get it all done. But, we'll get there. We're very motivated!

While waiting for one Craigslist buyer who showed, and another who didn't (ugh), I took a couple of minutes this evening to update Bullwinkle's Travels. Here's a link to a post that has pictures of our friend Gypsy. 

Enjoy! 

No Contingencies

We're just back from our trip to the remote North. The reality of our speedy house sale is starting to sink in.

The buyer's home inspection was yesterday afternoon. Early last evening, we got a ring and a voice mail from our realtor. Once more, we drove five miles into town, this time petrified that something had gone horribly wrong with the inspection. As soon as we had cel service, we dialed her up. We held our collective breaths as she began to speak.

"Well, the house inspection was this afternoon," she started in a very calm tone. "And, Good News! No issues were found."

We once again let oxygen return to our bloodstreams as she went on to explain that the buyer removed the inspection contingency, and with that, no contingencies remain. That's it! This deal is just waiting for our closing date.

When we pulled up to the house a bit ago, we saw more evidence that we really did sell our house. The "for sale" sign now says "sale pending". And, the lock box we never saw is gone. Surreal!

Thank you so much, dear readers, for your congratulations and good wishes. We really appreciate them. We are sending all the quick selling good deal mojo we can to all of our cyber friends who have or will soon put their houses on the market. Our very best wishes for success like this to you all.

We look forward to meeting you on the road soon.

But first, we have a whole lotta stuff to do.

Knocked Off

Today was so exciting it takes three posts to capture it all. If any or all of these headlines grab you, then please read on!

This exciting day was made more challenging when we discovered that we no longer had wi-fi in the campground.

We learned that campers’ demand for broadband outweighed the campground’s supply and had been blocked by the provider. (As you’ll soon learn, we were probably among the most offending parties.) The office and the campground share the same service, so vital business processes came to halt. The temporary fix is to block wi-fi to the campground and keep the business running.

As campers, it’s a minor frustration. As capitalists, we understand and hope they can find a better solution soon. As future fulltimers, the whole thing has us rethinking our connectivity solutions for the road.

We Have a Deal

I can’t believe I am about to type these words. But, here goes.

WE SOLD OUR HOUSE!

The last 24 hours have been a bit of a blur. What a ride it’s been. Actually, it started Saturday when we got a call from our agent that the “second looker” intended to write an offer. Our agent asked us to stay close to our rolling home. With that, we did our best to stay calm while emails began to fly. There were questions about this that and the other about the house. We made several trips into “town” to pick up voice mail messages and respond. As the flurry began to die down in the early evening, we stopped in the campground office and inquired about fax capabilities. We explained the situation and they graciously offered us ready access to their fax machine. With a potential offer in the wings, we didn’t get much sleep Saturday night. With our house on the market just three days, we had a feeling the offer would be a good one.

Sunday morning started with an email from our agent requesting a detailed recap of our recent roof repairs. We compiled the information and sent it off with 10 pictures of our neat and tidy roof. Then we waited. 

Just before noon, we checked email for the thousandth time and at last saw the message we had been waiting for. We had an offer. And, it was a good one. This buyer wanted to buy our house for more than our asking price. Significantly more. And, it would be a cash transaction. Cash! We could not believe our eyes!

Our agent was hosting our first open house in the early afternoon, so we had to wait until that wrapped up to review the contract with her. (The open house was a huge success, with about 100 lookers and rave reviews.) We went through the contract page by page and crafted our counter-offer. (We were fine with the price, of course. There were just a few other little things.) It was well past closing time when we made it back to the campground office. But, the managers gracefully offered to stay and facilitate the receiving and sending of a bunch of legal papers. With the deal now back in the prospective buyer’s hands, we got less sleep Sunday night than the night before. 

We didn’t have to wait long to get the word this morning. The campground manager delivered a one-page fax containing a addendum of one tiny detail to the contract. With that, we drove back to town to call our agent. Our counter had been verbally accepted! We drove back to the campground and faxed the signed and dated addendum. The buyer and her agent met at 1PM to get her signatures. With that, the deal was done. We have a contract!

We close July 7th.

We can’t wait to tell this campfire story: In the crappiest real estate market in decades, we sold our house in four days for significantly more than our asking price to a cash buyer. Three weeks later, we hit the road.

Our fingers are crossed that it turns out that way.

Visit with Gypsy

With our real estate deal done, we were finally free to roam. After spending two days close to the coach, we were really ready for some exploring!

We headed up the road to the park and checked in with the good folks at the gate. We wanted to make sure Marty was at her post before we made the 65-mile round trip to see her. They assured us she was there and asked us to take some paperwork up to her. We felt so official. We were on government business for the National Park Service!

The road to Gypsy’s place was a scenic two-lane highway that offered sweeping views of the peaks of Mt. Lassen and the surrounding forest. We climbed another 1000 feet or so before we made the turn toward Butte Lake. To call Butte Lake Road a road is kind. It’s a six-mile stretch of gravel washboard. Our Jeep was dutifully up to the task. But, we kept thinking about Gypsy pulling a fiver up through there.

At the end of the bumpy trail, we found the campground and Gypsy’s host site. She welcomed us for our unannounced visit with big hugs. It was a real treat to see her. We quickly got down to the business of catching up since our first meeting. Turns out the timing of our visit was perfect. She arrived at Butte Lake just a few days ago, after spending a couple of weeks at the Lake Manzanita campground. And, in a couple of weeks, she’s planning to head back to Sacramento to see a new granddaughter that’s expected any day now. We’re so glad we didn’t miss her.

She’s been “offline” since the end of May, so Gypsy was curious to know what’s up with our blogging and chatting buddies. I did my best to report the highlights I could remember. She said to tell everybody hello and let them know she’s doing just fine. So, there you go! She is writing about her adventures every day. So, look for updates on her blog in early July.

Gypsy’s getting into the groove of her new duties. And, she reported, it’s going well. The wilderness campground attracts quiet campers and scout groups (which tend to be not as quiet but no trouble at all). We watched several of the campers come off the nearby hiking trails. They were all pretty tired, which provided added explanation to why the campground tends to be so mellow. (Besides, who would dare act up when you’ve got Gypsy keeping watch over you, with her two dogs, big diesel truck and bad-ass radio on her belt?)

The place is very peaceful. Gypsy says her favorite thing to do is sit outside and listen to the wind in the trees. On this calm day, the sound was faint but very soothing. If you had to pick a place to spend a summer in the wilderness, this would be a good one. It’s remote, but beautiful.

We asked lots of questions about her setup (water and sewer hookups, and plenty of propane), how far she goes for groceries (34 miles roundtrip), how often she gets mail (every two weeks), about life without an internet connection (it’s been quite an adjustment - she misses reading blogs - but it turns out to be a very welcome change) and how the dogs are doing (they’re great). And, we shared the very new news of our home sale. It was a joy to share the news with this special fulltimer. Her congratulations were especially meaningful to us.

Before we knew it, the afternoon was getting late. Gypsy had rounds to make and we had a long drive back to camp. We drew our very lively conversation to a close, snapped a few pictures, exchanged hugs and wished each other safe travels. We so look forward to seeing Gypsy on the road again soon.

An hour or so later we were back at camp for a celebratory dinner of burgers. The champagne toast will have to wait for now. But, we were definitely all smiles as we reflected on the events of this three-post day.

Today we’ve been reminded of life’s rich blessings: helpful people, beautiful forests and mountains, inspiring friends, and a ticket to our great RV escape that exceeded our wildest dreams.

Regulating Inspections

OK. We have just three things to say today:

1. We didn't get to go see Gypsy. We'll try again tomorrow.
2. The management at this KOA are the nicest people in the world. If you ever stay here in the middle of a life-changing event, we promise, they will be of great help.
3. The Great State of California is a mess.

Number 1 requires no explanation. Hang with us. We'll get there.

Number 2 might require some explanation. And, we will provide it. We promise. Just give us time.

So, on to this messed up state. Here's something we learned today: We're calling it "Reason #956 why we can't wait to leave this silly state." 

Did you know that when you have a structural/pest inspection on your house in the state of California and the inspector "finds something", that that very same inspector is expected to do - and be paid for - the work? All courtesy of state regulations! And, if you, the ever wise home seller decide to choose someone else to do the job because you see a more than obvious conflict of interest, then the regulations kick in again. Yes, you see, if you choose another contractor, then you must invite the inspector back to make another inspection. And, yes, that will cost ya!

Geez.

Tell me where I can sign up for a gig like this: You have people pay you to discover work they need to pay you to do. And, if they don't, you charge them to come back and make sure it was done. 

Only in California!

Gypsy Preview

We made our way to Mt. Lassen Volcanic National Park today. We had several things we wanted to do there, but Mother Nature had other plans.

When we pulled up to the gate, we took care of one of our pre-fulltiming to-dos: We bought a National Parks Annual Pass. (Now we're committed!) If all goes well, we'll definitely get our monies worth on that deal!

While Boris was signing on the dotted line for our pass, I told the helpful woman at the gate that a friend of ours was camphosting at Butte Lake Campground, some 32 miles away on the other side of the park. Before I could even ask if there was a way we could confirm she was there, my question was answered.

"Marty!" she exclaimed. 

"Yes, that's right," we nodded. Of course, we know her as Gypsy. But, here at the park, she's Marty.

The woman explained that Gypsy made it to the park just fine. And, we could find her at her assigned spot in the park. She suggested that we make the trek tomorrow, when the forecast is better.

With that we headed off for a hike around lovely nearby Manzanita Lake, with plans for a picnic lunch and then perhaps a drive over to see our camphosting friend. Just as we finished our two-mile hike, the sky opened up.  With no signs of it letting up, we decided to take our picnic lunch back to the moose and save our trip to Butte Lake for tomorrow. We promise a full report! 

Meanwhile, the phone has rung a few more times. Two new showings were requested for today, and one of yesterday's viewers came back for a second look. That potential buyer's agent left another message where she said the second visit went "quite well." 

Fingers are still crossed. And, of course, we'll be sure to post any breaking news as it happens.

Happy Saturday!

Three Ringy Dingies

Our very lazy first day in Shingletown has been punctuated by three very encouraging rings.

Cell phone service here is spotty. But, thankfully, we have wi-fi. So, first thing this morning we emailed our real estate agent to let her know how to best reach us. 

Actually, the cell phone service is cruelly spotty. The phone will ring, we answer, then after a word or two the call is dropped. Yes, it's very frustrating.

The "arrangement" that realtors in our area have with sellers is they will call the seller's listing phone number anytime they want to show the property. If there is no answer, they "leave a message and go." So, when Boris' phone rang this morning with an unfamiliar home area code phone number, we let it ring. An hour or so later, another call from an unfamiliar number. Again, we let it ring. Later this afternoon, phone call number three came in. Once more, we let it ring.

We hopped in the Jeep and drove a few miles into "town" where facilities are few but cell service is strong. We picked up the messages left on his cell phone: Three showings scheduled for today! 

Yee hah! Three showings on Day #2 has to be a good sign. Doesn't it?

We'll definitely keep you posted.

Much Needed Road Trip

Greetings from Shingletown, California! Much more to come on Bullwinkle's Travels. But, the breaking news for this blog is that we are away in our home away from home!

Suddenly, THIS is feeling like our home. There is no staging here. The cats are free to roam anywhere they wish in these 300 square feet. We are all very happy here. 

Ahhhh!!! 

While the craziness of selling a house takes place some 250 miles south, we are here at a cozy campground where everyone, including the cats, feels VERY comfortable. 

We are thankful for a trouble-free travel day, and look forward to a few days of fun, relaxation and exploration in and around Mt. Lassen National Park.

Much more to come.

All Is Calm

Today has definitely been a pretty calm day around here. And, yes, it does feel like the calm before a storm: a bit eerie!

With the office tour behind us and the storm yet ahead of us, today was a much appreciated quiet day. Our agent sent us very positive feedback from the office tour. So, that was encouraging. Tomorrow the storm begins. A midday broker's open house kicks it all off. Then, a photographer is scheduled to take pictures of the place. Sunday is the date for our first open house. Hopefully there will be some quality showings in between it all that result in a great offer!

We took advantage of the calm and worked on some projects that have been waiting in the wings. I took Bullwinkle's quilt to the longarm quilter. We'll see the results of her magic in a few weeks. I finally turned my attention to our computers. With two PCs that need to get sorted through and transferred to our new Mac, I went in search of an external hard drive to provide us vital backup and extra storage space. Found it at Best Buy, and spent a good part of the afternoon sorting through computer files. I did quite a bit of virtual purging. It is easier than paper purging, but still not much fun. I managed to get all of our photos transferred to the Mac. Now, I have a future project for a rainy day: organizing thousands of photos on the Mac!

Boris spent the day taking stuff out to the moose, and made a stop at Sam's for vital supplies. We aren't buying as much as we used to there. But, there are still a few things that it makes sense for us to buy in bulk. He took our '73 VW Super Beetle convertible out to run his errands, and attracted lots of attention everywhere he went. It's quite a conversation piece. And, it's for sale!

We're looking forward to a very calm and quiet evening at home. It may be awhile before we see another one.

First Prospects

Our house made its market debut today. While, we won't "technically" be on the market until Thursday, our agent invited all of the agents in her office to stop for a tour, which was scheduled for 10:15 this morning. 

Boris had an early morning meeting, so I got going on "fluffing" the house for the tour. As I ran the vacuum from top to bottom, Boris returned and went to work to make every sink and toilet sparkle. We have to admit, this place looks gorgeous! 

At a minute past 10, we headed downstairs with cats in tow. As we opened the garage door, we were met by a couple of walkers passing by. We exchanged hellos and they stopped in their tracks. They asked us a couple of questions about our house and explained that they live about a block away, absolutely love the neighborhood, and they are renters looking to buy.

Yowza! Our first prospective buyers right before our eyes!

We captured the opportunity and invited them in for a quick tour. They seemed very interested in the house and quite pleased with the price. We exchanged contact information and they said they'd stay in touch. 

As they resumed their stroll down the street, a parade of BMWs approached. The office full of realtors had arrived. As some 30 realtors descended on our gorgeous home, we made a hasty exit and hit the road. 

Our midday mission was a drive to Petaluma to pickup Bullwinkle at the Winnebago dealership there. Most of the service work was complete. We'll have to drop him back by when the rest of the special order parts come in. We hooked the squirrel to the moose and headed back to our storage spot. We were so happy to spend some time in Bullwinkle! We are definitely ready to hit road. 

Now that people have actually seen our house, we're more optimistic about selling it...fast. So, instead of worrying about it, we're thinking positive.

We'll make (and take) all the positive vibes we can!

Inspected

Today was inspection day around our house. With visits from the home inspector, pest and structural inspector, trash company and fire department, we had plenty of company! 

We've never done a home inspection as a seller before. Apparently, that's a new trend - at least in these parts. The idea is you uncover any problems or concerns with an inspection, then fix what you want to fix and disclose everything else. That way any interested buyer knows exactly what's up. Paul the home inspector was very pleasant and very thorough. It would have been nice to have had him for our inspection when we bought the place. We actually learned a few helpful things along the way! No surprises in the inspection, though. And, that's the best news.

No real surprises from the pest and structural guy, either. (I've never heard of those two things going together, but whatever.) No sign of pests. His only suggestion was to replace a window sill or two. You know what? That's something the new owner can take care of. Other than that, all was well.

Today also just happened to be the day the local fire department made its annual "vegetation management" inspection of our neighborhood. Since a devastating firestorm struck the area almost 20 years ago, local authorities have been vigilant about requiring residents to create "defensible spaces" around their property. And, most residents comply. Those who don't face stiff penalty. We were pleased to pass that inspection, as expected. And, we were able to say "thank you" to these public servants for the work they do.

Between inspections, lots of stuff left our house today. Another charity benefitted from another stack of stuff that we moved from the garage to the driveway. And, our bulky trash pickup may have made the day of one of the pickup crew members. When they pulled up to pickup the bulky stuff, Boris noticed that the crew was carefully studying our 20-year-old Weber gas grill. When it became obvious they were trying to determine if it was still usable, Boris was out to the curb in a flash. He explained that although it looks rough it still works fine, and if anyone wanted to take it home we had a half a can of propane we'd happily send along. One of the guys said he'd take it, and carefully strapped the ol' griller on the back of the truck while Boris grabbed the propane. As that truck pulled away, two men were smiling: one because he'd made a great find; and the other because his long-beloved and trusty Weber had found a second life.

Parting with our stuff has been such a process. But, when the parting comes with stories like that one, we love it!

Where Would I Find...?

And now, another installment of "The Perfectly Staged Home".

We can't find anything!

Arrggghhh!

Our non-hanging clothes are piled in tubs in our closet because there are no drawers to place them in our bedroom. Searching for clothes has become a new, exciting adventure.

We've cleared so much stuff out of so many places the last week that we have no idea where most of it is. Today I thought about our hand-crafted Christmas stockings I pulled out of a cabinet earlier this week. I can't find them. I fear they've been tossed in a trash bag.

Arrggghhh!

Chances are they haven't been. But, that's how life is at our house these days. We can't find a thing.

I finished the back to the quilt for our bed in the moose late this afternoon. The next step was to embroider the label. Let's see. That requires floss and and needle. Hmmm! And, where would I find such a thing? Out to the garage I went, like Dr. Cook in search of the North Pole, I scaled the mountain of stuff in our garage in search of my craft supplies. Finally, the perfect floss and needle were found. Folks, it just shouldn't be this hard!

While I was happily stitching away, Boris, after a day of scrubbing carpets and taking care of a long list of to-dos, ventured into the RV-Dreams chatroom for the first time. Now he has a much better idea of what goes on in that place!

Well, it's Sunday night -- trash night -- and time for an assessment of how productive the week has been. Well, tomorrow we've scheduled a bulky trash pickup and a charity pickup, as well. So, our curb and driveway will be filled with all kinds of stuff to be hauled away.

Yes, it's been a very good week. But, we just can't seem to find a thing around here.

Happy Blogoversary

One year ago today this blog was born.

Look back to that first post, and you'll see a couple of people with a dream. Of course, they had absolutely no how idea how it would all come to pass, but they had a dream to start traveling the country fulltime in their yet-to-be-purchased motorhome starting April 1, 2010.

Wow! It's really something to look back. In reading that first post and paging through those that follow our story really unfolds. From here, it reads like a very systematic story. It's as if we actually planned it all to happen this way. Funny how life can be!

As we sit here a year later, with our house readied for the market and our motorhome readied for life on the road, we are smiling. Why? Well, we're a heck of a lot happier now than we were then. And, with any luck at all it will be more like August 1, 2009 (she types with all fingers crossed) when we make our great escape. That'd make us eight months early!

What a pleasure it will be to be ahead of schedule.

Thanks so much for making the journey with us, dear readers. Something tells us the real fun is just beginning.

Cheers!

The Stage is Set

They say pictures speak louder than words.

I say "especially today."

The stagers are done doing their thing. Some of my chatting buddies requested pictures. This blog has been picture-free to date. But, today is one of those days when I need pictures to tell the story.

Our goal is for our house to look stunning and seduce a buyer. I assure you, it looked nothing like this when we actually lived here! I'd love to hear what you think.

Here we go.


When that lucky buyer turns the key and steps in, this is what they'll see. (Notice the khaki wall?)


Upstairs, they'll find the living room...


...and dining room (with another khaki wall!)


When they reach the top floor, they'll find our "very sexy" loft...


...with our million dollar view of the San Francisco Bay.

There's lots more to see, of course. But, those are the highlights. And, if that doesn't sell them, little details like this will surely seal the deal.


Here's a shot of our staged master bath. Looks lovely, doesn't it? (Of course, don't think about actually trying to do anything in this room, like brush your teeth or blow your nose. You have to dig for all that stuff in the cabinets underneath.) I must confess to a staging faux pas: I moved one of those towels out of the way of our cats with claws, so it's not hung correctly. (Gasp!)

Anyway, now look closer.

There are rows of buttons on those towels! Of course, we're not supposed to use them. Our towels are with our toothbrushes and kleenex...under the counter.

And, if buttons on the towels don't do the trick, I'm sure this will.


Yes, these are sitting just outside our shower...where the bath mat should be. And where is our bath mat? You guessed it. Under the counter!

Staging silliness aside, our house looks great. If it brings us a bigger or better offer sooner, then it's worth it. Time will tell.

Stay tuned!

(Now I remember why I haven't posted any pictures to this blog. It's a lot of work! Hope you enjoyed them.)

True Confession

This post doesn't have anything to do with getting ready to go fulltiming. No, this second post of the day has everything to do with covering my a**.

In my last post, I mentioned that we met with the Dean of our journalism school. And, as I reported, it was a lovely meeting. Lots of fun.

But, before heading to bed tonight in our home filled with furniture we do not own, I started thinking. 

You see, the Dean said she was going to bookmark our blog. (Not this blog, but the other one.)

And, what did this j-school grad who left that college campus 30 years ago do?

I went back and edited all of the entries on Bullwinkle's Travels! 

Geez!

Half Staged

Last night our house was a big empty. Tonight it's half staged.

Having strangers come into your empty house and put stuff in it is, to say the least, a little trippy. They're not quite done, so I guess we're in some kind of staging limbo. It'll all get wrapped up tomorrow. Then, there will be pictures for the website, followed by inspections. On Tuesday, the real show begins.

I have to admit, the place is looking pretty good! I did take "before" pictures of the empty rooms. It'll be very interesting to see the "after" shots. It feels like we're in the middle of a show on HGTV!

One minor but frustrating casualty of the day: the one and only piece of furniture we want to keep (and the stager wanted to use) got scratched moving it from our living room to our dining room. We're not happy. But, we'll work it out.

The better part of our day was about packing stuff up and, when that wasn't possible, shoving stuff into closets. Once the stagers are out of here and the photos are shot, we need to free up a bit of closet space.

We are SO thankful that we did all the work we did to prepare for this move when we did it. As a result, our closets had plenty of room to accommodate a few extra things!

A treat in our day was a visit to the city to meet with the Dean of the School of Journalism at our beloved alma mater. She was captivated by the story of our future fulltiming adventures. She encouraged us to start a blog and record our travels. Done! We gave her our card with the address to Bullwinkle's place. She looked these two long-ago J-school grads in the eye and said she'd bookmark the place. We were flattered! She also encouraged us to contact someone at our alumni association to discuss a very intriguing possibility for doing some kind of work on the road. It's just an idea, and a remote possibility at this point. But, who knows? After all, we were talking to the Dean!

Back at the ranch we sold more furniture and managed our Craigslist correspondence. It's been another long day. We look forward to experiencing what it's like to be fully staged tomorrow.

It feels a bit like we're two steps away from the peak of the mountain. In just a little while, we'll be coasting!

We can't wait.

A Big Empty

Our home, as we knew it anyway, is no longer. Right now, we're sitting in our living room on two little folding chairs with a patio table between us holding popcorn and two well-deserved cocktails. Our house is now a big empty.

It's been quite a day.

We started early, and it's been so long I don't remember what we did first. We had painters here transforming our rich accent walls into wide expanses of khaki. It looks like crap, in our humble opinion. But, if it sells our house, then fine. The stager came by to plan things out for the big job of making our house look like something from the pages of Metropolitan Home. We packed more boxes and took everything out of the drawers in our bedroom. Movers came to take essentially all of the furniture and stack it in the garage.

Throughout the day, we managed the responses from our 20 or so postings on Craigslist. That's a lot of work! One guy came over to pick up our $20 silk ficus plant. He got here and his "intuition told him" the plant wasn't meant to go home with him. (Geez! I can't wait to leave California!) Thankfully, we have a backup buyer who will be here tomorrow. Someone put a deposit down on our bedroom furniture. Our stager said she wants our vintage turntable. And, it looks like our La-Z-Boy recliner might find new life at an acupuncture clinic in Berkeley. (Yes, I love the stories!) A few other things are in the works. Whatever doesn't sell by the end of the weekend will be given to charity or trash. This stuff is outta here!

Oh yeah, sometime today I squeezed in a trip to the dentist. And got a pretty clean bill of health. Yeah!

We got a really nice note from realtor #2 today. Very gracious. She said she hopes she can bring us a buyer. Wouldn't that be something?

Today has been a hard day. We're very excited, of course. But, this is all a wee bit unsettling. (OK you good folks who are out there ahead of us, we could REALLY use an encouraging word right now!) We're very close to getting to exactly where we want to go. But, when you're sitting on patio furniture in your big empty house, it can be a challenge to keep your eyes on the prize.

I think it's time for us to put the computer away and take out the atlas. Perusing the maps for some initial and future routes might help us focus on what's important to us right now. Tomorrow will be another busy day.

And, so it is, one big day closer to realizing the dream.

More, More, More!

It's been another productive day around the sticks and bricks, filled with more purging, more packing and more craigslist.

We scheduled yet another charity pickup for today. With our "staging" scheduled for later in the week, these people hit the jackpot. We got up early and started filling the driveway. In the end, they made a nice haul. And, we were free of lots more stuff.

We've packed a few boxes in the last few weeks, but today we got serious. Boris made a very interesting and adventurous trip in the early a.m. to pick up more moving boxes, and we filled them up. The china and crystal and lots of other stuff we think we can't live without is packed up in more boxes than we thought we'd have. We have a feeling this is how the whole thing works!

We are ready to part with a significant amount of our furnishings this week, so we took pictures and measurements of everything and started putting it on craigslist. Yes, we still love craigslist. But, today, it feels like a whole lotta work! We'll work into the night to get everything posted. Hopefully a good chunk will be gone by the end of the weekend. Then, we'll leave the rest to yet another lucky charity.

Through it all, the process has been tiring, energizing and a wee bit emotional. We're parting with some stuff we've had for a very long time. It has served us well. And, after all, it is just "stuff".

More to come.

A (Very) Quick Breather

We're back from Cloverdale. And, what a day it's been!

After a wonderful night's sleep in a near-empty campground, we enjoyed our morning "routine" then hit the road. While we were breaking camp, we made special note of all the steps we won't have to do when we're fulltiming: packing bags, loading dirty laundry, emptying the refrigerator, etc. Oh, how we look forward to that.

We pointed the moose south on Highway 101 and stopped in Petaluma an hour or so down the road. Bullwinkle will be out of warranty later this month, so we made a date for him to get all of those things taken care of, plus a couple of regularly scheduled service activities. It was just a bit sad to leave him there in Petaluma!

Another hour or so later we were back to the sticks and bricks. We called the winning realtor and it was if someone fired a starting pistol. We were off! Within a couple of hours we had a painter and a stager in the place. And, we completed the paperwork to make the listing official. When she left the house just before 7 this evening, at least one of us was in somewhat desperate need of a cocktail! 

So, here we sit, a drink in hand. With very fresh memories of how it is to wake up in our motorhome parked in a very quiet campground, we're enjoying a very quick breather.

Ahhhhhhhh! 

Breathe in and out. For tomorrow, it starts. We have a ton of stuff to pack up. The painter will be here Wednesday. (Didn't we just have this place painted?) And, the stagers (oh-god-how-we-hate-this-but-we-have-to-do-it) will be here Friday and Monday.  The first open house will be Sunday, June 14th.

In the words of Jimmy Buffet: Breathe in, breathe out, move on! 

Here's to moving on really soon.