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Tearjerkers and Eggheads

I love it!  The more offbeat the idea, the more fascinated I am.  Today we have a group of Tearjerkers arriving.  The local chapter is having one of it’s semi-annual rallies here and it looks like a lot of fun.  They’ll be around for the weekend — even if we’re predicted to have freezing overnight temps — I hope they have heaters in those little castles!

I didn’t want to intrude on our guests taking photos of their wacky rigs — they paid for the privacy of their own camp-loop.  So, I went looking for public images of teardrop trailers so you can see the diversity of these little beauties.  They are available as commercial units — like the red and white one in the middle of the first row, and they are easy enough to build so that a lot of the units are hand crafted.  We heard of one guy who built one out of pink construction styrofoam!

We had an invite to stop by and take some photos — If there are some interesting ones I’ll share those next week, well, after the weekend is over.  Here are some public images to give you an idea what teardrop trailers are like. And clearly the sky and your imagination are the limits if you are handy with a saw and hammer.

One of the campers here this weekend — the organizer of the tearjerkers rally is traveling incognito.  He actually doesn’t own a teardrop trailer — though he did until recently.  He found one of these old U Haul RV’s (the owners calling themselves Eggheads) and he (Pat) showed up with his wife, and their two standard size poodles (Snow and Boo)

You never know what you’ll see when you’re RV’ing.  It wasn’t even a year ago, whilst camping only 30 miles away that we showed you this Scooby-Doo RV at Willow Run State Park.Scooby Doo RV One might be lead to believe that Wisconsin is full of unorthodox campers — but don’t you believe it. There are unorthodox campers all over the country and all over the world.

I think the freedom to be whatever you want to be — as long as you can keep your home/RV street legal to move on down the highway — is part of the appeal to us folks who go RV’ing.  There aren’t zoning laws governing what kind of RV you can have — if you can get it licensed you can drive it.  There aren’t any condo rules telling you what kind of curtains to hang, or what color to paint the shutters.  There aren’t any regulations telling the minimum square feet your home must have or such as that.

Just because you see some RV’s tooling down the road that cost half a million dollars they aren’t the only ones out there.  There are plenty of slap-dash home made contraptions, there are lots of carefully custom crafted weekend projects, and there are some zany where-did-that-come-from concept vehicles that make everyone in the campground stop and stare.  It’s all part of the fun.

Thanks for stopping by and what do you say we talk again tomorrow?

 

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When you treat people well…

On Wednesday I saw a familiar-looking car drive up and stop across the road at the self-pay kiosk.  I wasn’t sure why the car looked familiar, just that it did.  The driver got out and walked across to talk with me. It was a face I recognized, but not someone I really knew.  It turns out that he and his wife/girlfriend where here last weekend as campers and they were back again — except this time they didn’t have their tent, they had a brand new (to them) pop-up camper!

He had to come over to tell me all about how good a time they had last weekend and how that inspired him to go out and buy this small pop-up camper.  We stood around talking for a while and finally they went into the campground, found themselves a site for a couple nights and settled in.

old man smilingThe reason I tell this story is that 10 days ago they were complete strangers.  Now he feels like we’re long lost bosom buddies.  And the only thing we did was to be friendly, to listen, and to share with them.  The same thing happens all the time.  Different faces, different weekends, same result.

It’s always amazing to me how much good you can do with a smile and an open heart.  It’ doesn’t take much to impress people in a world where computers make too many of our choices for us, and everyone seems to be in a hurry.  If you’re willing to accept a person for who they are instead of who you want them to be.

Happy Campers None of what I’m thinking today has much to do with RV’ing per se — except for the fact that RV’ers come across a lot of new people.  And as distinct from living in a sticks & bricks home — if you’re RV’ing you have very little control over who your neighbor might be!  Unless you are staying at a very expensive RV park your neighbor could be rich or poor, young or old, and almost any ethnicity.  And… it’s pretty typical that campers & RV’ers are usually in a pretty good mood.  There’s an absence of bosses, of schedules, of annoying co-workers.  Campers — and RV’ers tend to be a pretty happy lot.

While we were at the Oregon Dunes we saw people from at least 20 or 30 countries.   CAMPERSThe little campground here is much smaller though we still get a nice variety of visitors.  Most are from Wisconsin and Minnesota — as one would expect from a campground this far out of the way; but not all.

We don’t see a lot of really LONG RV’s here.  Granted, we do have one site that’s 120 feet long, a few others are right up there too, but there aren’t a lot of RV’s longer than our 40 footer that show up here.  Consequently there aren’t many really expensive RV’s here. The median income is probably quite modest.

OCTOBER 26: Tyne Daly and Sharon Gless, co-stars of the television series "Cagney & Lacey," enjoy themselves as they pose together for a portrait in Los Angeles. (Chris Pizzello/Invision)

OCTOBER 26: Tyne Daly and Sharon Gless, co-stars of the television series “Cagney & Lacey,” enjoy themselves as they pose together for a portrait in Los Angeles. (Chris Pizzello/Invision)

We also don’t get anywhere near the ethnic / racial mix here in Northern Wisconsin that you would find in FL/MS/AL/LA/TX/NM/AZ/CA/OR/WA.  That said, a lot of ethnic groups seem not to have discovered camping — or they know all about it and choose other recreational opportunities — and it’s a big world and large enough for each to do their own thing.

Mingling with different folks is part of the RV life. If you don’t like people — don’t take up RV’ing. For us, the people, are one of our favorite parts of this lifestyle (as long as we can control to some degree how many and how often).  Here at Highland Ridge the CORPS provides us a golf cart to make our rounds.  We’re trying to be disciplined enough not to use the cart except when we are doing chores that require us to bring tools/equipment along with us. Walking is better for us. I still have that stress test looking me in the face at the end of the summer.  Getting into better shape is a good thing.  Then again, we pass by each campsite more slowly so we’re more accessible to the campers if they have questions. We see more about what’s going on in the campground.  A perfect mix for meeting people. Even a guy like me who needs to take people in limited quantities can find happiness here.

We’ve been on the job long enough now that we are coming in contact with the little idiosyncrasies about the job, and about recreation.gov that are unwritten. Every day continues to be a learning situation — which is good. As we make our rounds around the campground we notice little things that could be improved upon, or chores that need doing — and we bring them to our boss’ attention — and he often adds them to our projects list so we have added opportunity to have an impact on the experience our guests enjoy — or don’t.  It’s a good partnership.  The boss sees that we care,  and in turn we get little projects to keep the days interesting.

I continue to be impressed with the attitude at the Corps of Engineers.  It’s a very different organization than the U.S. Forest Service.  I see and hear a lot more “… let’s”  and a lot fewer “…let’s not”  here.  They have their rules — just like the USFS — but the rules seem to be of a different nature. (Seeing as I don’t get to read the rulebook that’s just an impression from our side of the road)

Thanks for stopping.  I’ll be here to chat tomorrow.

 

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Changes Over Time

One of the most interesting things about the RV lifestyles is that even the same places aren’t the same. Just because you’ve been somewhere before doesn’t mean it’s going to be the same the next time you return.  More likely, it has changed than you ever imagined.how things change

This was brought to mind on Tuesday while at the grocery, a store we’d been to many times before, but which on this visit was very much changed. You know how they say that if (in the Navy) you have a poorly performing ship, you don’t change all the soldiers — you only change the captain?  Well, our visit to this grocery is most likely summed up the same way: there had been a management change. And the new management’s attitudes towards customers was apparent by the time we’d made 20 steps into the store.

A month or so ago I made similar comments about Milwaukee — that the Interstate highway reconstruction project had made a huge difference in how we accessed the RV park, and consequently our entire stay in Milwaukee.  The important part being that no matter how well you know something you can’t count on it staying the same:

  • Not roads
  • Not stores
  • Not people
  • Not timing
  • Not prices

Changes-over-timeThat means that as RV’ers we really need to stay on top of our game while traveling.  Make notes about routes, stores, campgrounds, etc.  Keep records — but don’t lock your brain into your pre-conceptions as if they were blocks of concrete;  as soon as you do, someone’s gonna change things up and there you are:  left in the lurch.  But it’s about leaving yourself an out if something changes; having options; a fall back plan.

Right now, we’re looking for a different grocery.  The one that changed had been our go-to grocery while in Highland Ridge.  We have others to choose from and we will make a substitution.  Personally, I make notes from readers and RV friendly websites when I read about excellent repair facilities and exceptional places to buy fuel; also campgrounds and restaurants to name just a few.

Propane Tank SizesOur camp hosts book has a lot of helpful ideas for places to get… you name it… But last weekend we had a camper looking for a place to get his propane tank refilled instead of exchanged. Peg & I will go hunting around to try finding a source.  With a lot of campers using 30# & 40# tanks now the standard 20# exchange doesn’t help at all.  We already know that the three nearest towns have nothing (well, one has a source for Monday through Friday — but most campers are here on Saturday & Sunday).

The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that our original idea about RV’ing was right on.  Part of our motivation for full-timing was to keep our minds active and young.  Well, that is proving to be a more realistic challenge than we might have guessed at the beginning.  You really do need an agile mind if you’re going to both go RV’ing and enjoy it!  If you let your brain get old the challenge gets much more difficult!

Anyway… there you have it.  Stay alert for the things you think you know to change right in front of your eyes.  Leaving a place for a time is a good way to suffer shock when you return because the rate of change increases daily and those who don’t keep up are left behind — or maybe rear-ended by the guy behind you.  Stay Alert!

See you tomorrow and thanks for stopping by!

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Time is a Pillar of Smoke

Try to grab a handful of smoke… Just try it. There’s nothing there.  Except, if you’re lucky a little residual aroma which isn’t really the smoke at all. It’s something quite other.

I’ve always had a very tenuous relationship with time.  In so many ways time has seemed irrelevant to me.  Much of my life I was self-employed so I wasn’t literally punching clocks.  I could charge or not charge the hours I actually spent on a project at my discretion; and for a good portion of my life I wasn’t even thinking about charging for services.  I gave away years of time that others would have spent building a career to causes that meant something to both of us.  Time — as many people see it — as little meaning to me.

That said,  I’ve been thinking lately about the inevitable passage of time.  And the way in which it is…. just like a pillar of smoke that one cannot grab and hold, the way a puff of air will move it away or dissipate it, and how any thoughts of “control” are foolish and doomed.

smoking campfire

Camp-hosts may never get the aroma out of their nostrils during their whole stay as hosts.

It is peculiar that for a guy with incredible powers of concentration — such that the passage of time seems irrelevant, that I have a hard time with enduring.  I can handle waiting for something to arrive.  But I’m not very good about staying in something when the reason for being there is over.

I’m told by my wife that part of the reason she noticed me in the first place is that on the occasion of our first real meeting (at a church youth conference — and we weren’t children, but were there anyway) it had come to her attention that I had labored through the night at the printing firm where I was working to be able to complete the job I was working on and make it to the conference. For whatever reason, that stick-to-it-ness appealed to her I’m told.

The fact of the matter is that I always seem to be in a cocoon of time.  Ask my wife who it was that wanted to paint the kitchen ceiling on the day before Christmas the first year we were married.  Of the guy who tells his father he’ll be ‘there’ to help him in 15 minutes and is honestly unaware when 4 hours have passed and his dad comes looking for him.  I simply don’t think about time.

campfire smoke

Sunday as we began site cleaning after campers left there was still a pall of campfire smoke in the campground

Nowadays when whatever agency we might be volunteering for ask for a list of hours we worked — that seems to me almost an inhuman burden to put on anyone… how the heck am I supposed to know how much time I spent on something.  I don’t think in those terms. I do the best I can, but time-keeping is alien to me.

On our way from Grenada to Highland Ridge we talked a lot about where we are going after Highland Ridge and we hadn’t even arrived yet. (no, we didn’t reach any conclusions) Contrariwise, since arriving we haven’t spoken about the future since.  I only thought about it during transit because we were “between” events, between destinations and my brain was ‘empty’.  Right now, the future is a long way away because I’m in the middle of enjoying where we are.

I enjoy looking forward to new events.  I suppose most people do.  I know my/our daughter does;  she’s a planning machine! She loves anticipation!

I hear people talk about staying in the moment and to be honest I’m not sure I understand what that means.  It’s not as if one can’t hold multiple thoughts in their brain simultaneously.  I have never been able to tell whether I’m good at staying in the moment or not.  Thoughts run through my brain pretty rapidly.  Peggy will inquire why I said or asked something and on the occasions that I take the time to actually explain it’s like the thought that caused the statement/question was seven or eight subjects downstream from something I was thinking quite unrelated to the spoken words.  The moments in-between are surely attempts to grasp a moment, a pillar of smoke.

If you thought I was going to talk about making the best use of your time on earth… well, that’s not what today is about.  That’s true.  But I’m a firm believer in living each moment and as a result I don’t find myself regretting things.  If I do the best job I can at any given moment, making decisions with the best information I have at the time, that’s all I can do.  If someone wants to judge that good or bad — that’s up to them.  I’ve done what I can.  I’ve lived the best life I was able at that moment.  I will learn over time, and maybe make better choices next time, but the choice I made yesterday was the best one I could make.

No — today is more about realization.  One friend is facing possible surgery and commented that they don’t “like” the idea of surgery.  But, you know, life isn’t about what we like. At least not most of the time.  It’s more about what we need to do.  And if we can find joy and happiness in what we have to do, that’s a whole lot better than merely doing what we like.

I think there’s a wisdom in staying aware of the passage of time.  Awareness makes time more precious.  I think it heightens our appreciation of our time on earth.  I will never forget that one summer after graduating from high school I took a call from the father of one of my school chums to tell me his son had crashed his motorcycle into a tree in Germany.  I’d been to multiple funerals already by that time, but this was the first guy my own age who met with the Grim Reaper and his passing served as a lifelong reminder of the preciousness of each moment we have.  For whatever “reason” I’ve lived another half century longer than he.  I hope that all that living has done some good for others and has made me into something worthy of all that time on earth.  But even after all that time I have no more control over time than he did.  I cannot that pillar of smoke.  I cannot hold onto time.

When I was young I remember looking at older folks sitting on benches.  In those days I never sat still, ever. If I had nothing else to do I would reading.  I still rarely sit around.   However since retirement I’m learning to enjoy outdoor moments of sitting; moments to absorb what’s around me on as many levels as I can.  I’m not ready for the porch… not ready to spend endless hours sitting… but once in a while a little cessation is nice.  More time with sounds not made by electricity is nice.  More times with creatures that don’t speak a language recorded in any dictionary is inspiring.

I may not be able to grab hold of that pillar of smoke — but maybe I’m learning how to blow on it to go in some direction that I can keep the smoke out of my eyes….

Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll be here tomorrow.

 

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Filling In

201605090919545220160430160809319Nine days. Just Nine brief days and look at the difference!  One of the real treats, eye opening treats, is being in one place as the seasons change before your eyes. It always amazes me how quickly leaves grow when the weather is right!  The trees are filling in with leaves and we may never use our long distance vision again. (just kidding, but it sometimes seems like that)

When we lived in a conventional house I never appreciated the rapidity with which Momma Nature could transform a scene and the one thing I can’t get over as a full time RV’er is just that. Because we are more exposed to the elements I think it makes us more aware and what a wonderful thing to be aware of!

I’m not really a very good naturist. There is so much that I don’t know about what I see around me — but my ignorance doesn’t prevent me from marveling at what I see.


It seems as if I spent all of Monday morning on the phone.

First it was calls to the Donaldson Corporation — makers of our air intake system — and their dealers. Then I got on the phone with the Optum-RX people to reorder meds for both of us only to find that our local pharmacy was still filling Peggy’s scrips without telling us — so, on the phone with them, cancel that order and call Optum-RX again and order the right stuff to be delivered by mail.  Sheesh, nothing’s easy any more.  I still like dealing with people face to face. I really don’t like ordering stuff on the phone.

However, in the end, our air system parts are on order and I now have the part numbers in case I need them again. They should be available for pickup tomorrow.

Our prescriptions are being shipped and they should arrive in Milwaukee in time for Katy to bring them along with her when she comes up on Memorial Day weekend. So, that’s all good.

Maybe I’m done talking on the phone for another month. 🙂

And that’s about it for Monday.  Thanks for stopping by and I’ll be here again tomorrow to chat.

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Cigarette Butts

It’s all coming back to me now.  Cigarette butts are the bane of my existence. Ok, ok, so that’s a little bit of an exaggeration. When we last camp hosted I distinctly remember spending a good deal of time picking up cigarette butts. And we are doing it again this year.  Funny how smokers may clean up all the paper and trash from their campsite but often they leave all their butts scattered about as if they weren’t litter.

Cigarette butts on the street

Please take a moment to click on the image to see a paper about the hazards of cigarette butts in nature.

It’s a personal bugaboo of mine.  I hate them:  cigarette butts.  It’s variously claimed that those filters take between 18 months and 10 years to disappear in nature. But they haven’t really gone anywhere because the toxins they contain can poison critters. Only 1 cigarette butt in a pail of water makes the water poisonous to many of the teeny tiny lifeforms eaten by fish.  And the tar and other poisons can pollute the ground from which other animals feed.  Those fibers in the filters aren’t cotton, they are little strands of plastic — some 12,000 of them in every filter — and they don’t degrade like natural fibers do at all — they are around for decades and decades.  Do click on the image above to go to a paper about the plague of cigarette butts!

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to cigarette butt pickup we go!

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to cigarette butt pickup we go!

The CORPS have nicely fitted us out with a litter picker tool.  And we have one of our own.  It’s not something anyone LIKES doing — chasing after the butts of some inconsiderate smoker who has strewn butts all over their campsite.  But, you know there’s something almost Zen about the process.  We’re outside — usually after the crowd of campers has left or are leaving,  so the sounds of the forest come back to the fore after having been drowned out by the happy sounds of people enjoying themselves.  We have no particular schedule to meet, so we can wander off into the forest edge when we see something glistening and it becomes a way of really communing with nature.  You don’t see people sitting around patting Momma Nature on the head (as if she had one)  but I guess wandering around picking up butts is like a momma monkey looking for fleas on her baby or running a tick comb through your dog’s fur — to me it’s a way for me to “care for” my planet.  It’s not a posh job, but it’ a job that needs doing.


Today should be laundry day and I think while Peg’s at the laundromat I’ll try to take my air filter cover over to the truck shop to see if I can get one of those turnbuckles, or a new cover.

Technically, it’s our day off but because there’s not that much that we really have to do here we’re still here and take questions and such even on our days off.  There won’t be much activity today anyway.

So, there you have it.  Another morning ramble with Peter.  Thanks for stopping by and I’ll be here tomorrow to chat.  Why not stop by!

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Idealization and the RV Lifestyle

The world is so filled with idealized images that sometimes it’s hard to get down to the reality of a thing. Pretty much every commercial or advert you see as been cleaned up to present the precise image the advertiser wants you to see.  In society we keep aiming for better examples of ourselves than we have yet achieved. In the name of “Political Correctness” a lot of what people say and do things in public that they might not repeat in private — all because we think we’re supposed to be better or different than we are.  And I won’t do more than mention the conspiracy against women as a gender that tells them they have to put on makeup, wear certain garments, look like certain people, etc.

RV’ing is not immune to idealization.  And I have known folks who had so idealized their imagination of what RV’ing is “supposed to be” that they went out and bought an RV, took one trip in it, and came home with a mortgage and tried to sell a brand new RV with one trip’s worth of mileage on it.  Turns out RV’ing wasn’t what they thought.

I’m not going to rag on about how RV’ing is advertised.  I think we all have to come to terms with the idea that basically you can’t believe anything people tell you when they are trying to sell you something.  Their whole purpose is to over come your objections and I’ve seen people I thought were honest go overboard on their descriptions of something they wanted to sell.  And people who aren’t honest — well, the sky’s the limit.

But let’s just talk about some other aspects.

Breakdowns & Maintenance

I try to talk about the good and the ugly when it comes to RV breakdowns and maintenance — they are part of RV’ing and you have to accept that. You can do a lot to minimize their impact on your life — but you have to take care of your mobile HOME the same way you have to maintain your Bricks & Sticks HOME.

Flexibility

You are going to change.  Period.  That means your expectations, your desires, your goals, and your ability, your finances, and …. maybe even your passion, is going to vary.  MADMonday.EmbraceSpontenaitySurpriseDon’t expect RV’ing to be some pie-in-the-sky Utopia!

One of the things that has caught me off guard — if I’m really being honest — is becoming aware of how much our motivation and enjoyment has morphed over the going-on-five-years we’ve been doing this.  I find myself automatically saying things about what we want and realizing as the words are coming out of my mouth that they may not be quite as true as once they were.  WE are changing — like everyone else on the planet — and it’s good to stay in touch with yourself and your partner if you have one.

Our decision to go Full Time RV’ing was a mutual decision.  I have noticed when talking with other RV’ers that as their time to get off the road approaches the decision often becomes the choice of one party more than the other and it frequently comes up “suddenly”.  It’s a situation I think is somewhat controllable if both parties talk to each other enough as time goes on.  Rather than concealing dissatisfaction or discontent over time and then exploding with an ultimatum — if you’re honest as you go along about what you want and don’t want maybe your partner can do a better job of helping you get what you need instead of what you have been doing. Just saying….

The Perfect RV

There’s something fundamental to our consumer society that favors novelty and bright shiny things.  We hear so often about the “new and improved” versions of … well … everything!  But if you’re like me you have come to realize that “new and improved” is only new and improved in the mind of the person trying to sell it to you.  I often disagree with the idea that something that has been changed is necessarily an improvement.  Sometimes it’s just different. And other times it’s been changed to give you a reason to buy another.

RV’s are all expensive.  I don’t care what kind you’re looking at, or how new or old — if you want to get into this lifestyle it’s gonna cost a bunch of bucks.  One way or another.

I will say that among the other RV’ers I talk with it seems an overwhelming number would rather purchase something new-to-them for less money than the brand-spanking-new-model if by doing so they will have enough left over to make the older model into exactly what they want.  I’m not spilling any beans here when I say you end up paying for every one of those customizations you pick out in the new RV catalog.  And you pay full list price and then some.  Maybe you can find an older RV that is close to what you want — it’s already lost it’s new-model depreciation — and with the difference you have a chance to customize what remains to make you happy in your own RV.

Gossip and HEaRSaY

Not everyone tells you that truth all the time.  In our time as full timers I have found that usually the people I meet face-to-face who are full timing are pretty honest about what they like, what they don’t, how they do things, where to find a good campground.  We’ve all been in that place where it’s getting late and we haven’t settled in for the night and we just want to stop for the day.  Most of us respect that feeling and try to help others out along the way.  But not everyone.

In our case, I’m +/-55 feet long when we’re hooked up to the toad.  I won’t say I worry about directions, but I rarely take a single set of directions for granted. IF I DON’T KNOW WHERE I’M GOING, I always try to get at least 2 sets of directions.  If both people give me the same directions I feel I can trust them.  If I get differing ideas, I start shopping around and ask more people.  It’s no fun getting stuck down a one way road and running into a low underpass, or some other RV’ing catastrophe.

If I get a campground suggestion I still try to look it up and learn about where I’m going.  Taste varies.  A couple times campgrounds have been suggested to us that really weren’t to our tastes.  Too big, too much a party atmosphere, whatever… they just weren’t our cup of tea.  Checking an RV campground directory is just good common sense before you start down that turn from the Interstate.

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Finding Rhythm

It’s not been a week yet since we arrived, but some degree of rhythm is already settling into our lives. A big part of our daily routine focusses around the Daily Arrivals Report;  when we receive it, what we do with it, and what we do because of it.  The DAR is kind of the pulse of the campground.  Who’s coming, when, how long.  How hard we work is a function of the names and the departures on the report.

Posting the new reservations and deleting the cancellations is the first duty activity of the day.  Half an hour, or sometimes an hour and a half after receiving the report we are off and running making rounds and updating the campsite posts to reflect the changes. And of course if campers leave there are sites to be cleaned and so on.

give every day the chanceThe paperwork part hasn’t changed in three years but our memories have.  Peg handles the papers and shes getting used to the routine once more.  A typical day (without special projects) sees us making at least three rounds through the campground.  Now with few campers we can do that in 20-40 minutes.  When the campground is full that can take a couple hours.  It all depends on how chatty the campers are and how many have left behind a mess!

That said, we were commenting just yesterday that early in the season like this we go days without seeing anyone from the CORPS.  As the season goes on there are drive throughs at least once a day, but when the staff is so short as it is at the beginning of the season we’ve gone three days without seeing staff members.  Can’t say we’re overly supervised!

One of the things we like about this particular gig is that there really aren’t any arbitrary times attached to our rhythm — there’s no gate to be locked at 6 a.m. or gatehouse to be manned between 8 and noon or 3 till 6.  What we do and when we do it is pretty much up to us. (It’s almost like being self-employed.) There is some importance to getting any reservations for that day posted so that campers don’t occupy a site thinking it’s available only to have the reservee show up a few hours later and kick ‘em out of the site. Check in time may be 1 p.m., but we’ve already had one guy show up at 7 in the morning looking for a site for that evening — long before we knew that the site he wanted had been reserved but that we were as yet unaware of the new reservation.  Grrrrr.  It all ended well.  He wasn’t happy to move after setting up his tent but he was smiling before we left him.Embrace Uncertainty

We’ll tell you in 4 1/2 months whether we were missing the regularity before arriving here (after we’ve been “stuck” in it for the duration of the stay). Right now if feels good to have some order in our life.  But did we miss order?  Or did we miss the idea of regularity and rhythm? Our gig in Oregon never got too staid or tired.  In that instance we just tried to do too much for too long.  Last time we were here (for 2 months) and it was our first ever camp host gig — by the time we left we were tired and we’d had enough of campers.  We were newbies and overachievers.  Now, we’re taking a bit more of a seasoned volunteer’s approach and not getting quite as compulsive or obsessive!  I’m as curious as anyone to know how we’ll feel at the end of the summer!

There you have it, another day in NW Wisconsin.  Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll be here to chat again tomorrow.

 

 

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