I have been consumed by the fact that my home is not what I had hoped it would be and that in fact, it is less than adequate. As some of you know, I am trading in my van for a trailer and a truck. An advantage to this arrangement is that I will have a vehicle at the end of my road trip. Though I have become attached to Big Mama, I have to feel safe and because of the many repairs I have not.
Have gotten the trailer:
It’s a 2011 and seems completely unused. I am excited to have a home that stays put as I explore the surrounding areas – wherever I am.
We have traversed Oregon quite a lot and will continue to do so as I seek a new home for the future. I have fallen in love with Eugene, am now on the coast. (I fell in love with Portland where my nephew David is now living, but will not settle there. David moved there from the south to get a job as a Physicians Assistant.)
I am definitely finding my groove in what I really want from a campground, and by extension, for my permanent home: quite. I have stayed in campgrounds where Hwy 5 is right in my backyard. The last two nights I have been fortunate to stay in campgrounds that are luxuriously quite and I slept for 9 hours – straight through!
This particular campsite in Lincoln City was the best! Surrounded by trees, lawn and a beautiful creek:
Wapiti RV Park
Doesn’t Big Mama look good? I’ll miss her.
View from my campsite!
You may remember me writing about my friend, Deble who put me up before I left for Mendocino. Here is a picture of her and her two daughters; Alexis was a great friend of Matt’s in the early years when the family still lived in Oakland.
Alexis, Deble and Sierra in Hawaii, 2016
I was able to go on a pre-trip with Deble to the Pinnacles in June. It was terribly hot, could not bring Lympia into the caves, but through it all, Deble had good humor and patience.
Me on one of the trails in the Pinnacles
Now, in Florence, Or., I am at a site that is so interesting. It has dunes directly behind the campground. I took Lympia out there and she proceeded to overdo it, putting me in high alert for rescuing. She took many minutes to revive as we sat in the shade of a tree. Like a moonscape, it is deceiving and weird; it must have seemed like that to Lympia as well because I believe she didn’t realize how hard it is to run on sand!
Woahink Lake RV (outside of Florence,OR) resort; just yards away from campsites.
It has been interesting to see how much land there is and how much of it is free to be a lawn or a place where trees might grow- free range trees! I think of the Bay Area and how every inch is predetermined to have a reason, to have a purpose: curb appeal for sellers; in business parks, just enough of a green space to make one believe you are not really there for business; soccer fields, two and three on a green patch; parking lots, etc. Even the east bay hills where the regional parks are, if you take a look at a map, it is comparatively a very narrow band spanning the hills from Castro Valley to El Cerrito. Feeling appreciative that as many acres were saved at all. I think I only notice the difference in spaciousness because in Oregon, there is so much land that is just not being purposefully used that you notice much more green. (And! Not as many people!) How lovely that so many acres of land are not earmarked for commercial use.
I was having a conversation with my girlfriend, Bry’Andi and she was remarking how finding a home within yourself is most important and real. I am learning to do that as I go along. It is true that I am getting more comfortable not having a permanent place. Though, I believe Lympia would like one. It seems to be hard on her – she still hates the van – shaking and wanting to just run all the time. But, she is devoted to me, keeping me alert to things that are not right. She’s a good friend, too.
Much love to you all,