Year 2 Day 299 and 300 California Bound

Yesterday, we turned south and started our long trip down to California. We will be spending the Thanksgiving holidays with two of our three kids, and their respective families and then will drive down to Southern California to see friends where we used to live in Dana Point. By the time we make our way over to Tucson, Arizona, to spend Christmas with our third child and her family, we will have traveled from the border of Canada (since Blaine is nestled up against the Canadian border) to near the border of Mexico (since our route to Tucson will take us to San Diego, which is just north of the Mexican border).

Yesterday’s trip was a long 6-hour drive with its highlight being fighting Seattle traffic in the rain. A front moved into the Pacific Northwest the other day and for the next few days we will be slogging through the rain. Seattle is one of the worst cities we have experienced regarding traffic. The city has grown so much over the last 50 years and there are only two freeways that you can take that go north and south. Thus, you can image way the traffic can be like.

Actually, we were fortunate as we squeaked by before the horrible Friday afternoon traffic rush started and only struggled with the afternoon traffic as we scooted by Washington’s capital, Olympia, just to the south of the Seattle/Tacoma sprawl.

As we made our way south, Mary Margaret had a big smile on her face. She was so happy that we were in the peak of the color change and we were driving past forests of hardwood trees that were showing their colors. It was spectacularly beautiful, especially between the rain showers when the sun would come out and make the trees glow.

We stopped for the night at a city park in Port of St. Helens, just across the Columbia river, in Oregon. I felt that I had returned to my roots since I was born in Vancouver, Washington, just up the Columbia river from where this park is located. It is a little ironic that I was born in Washington but only lived there for three months. Now, 68 years later, I will be moving back to Washington to live. Go figure! Actually, I guess it is not too surprising since my dad was born and raised in the Seattle area and all of my surviving relatives from my dad’s side of the family still live there. It will be a real treat for me to be able to see them more often from now on!

This morning, we kept to our southern route and drove three hours to a county park in Curtin, Oregon. It is just south of the Willamette Valley and is where the hills and mountains that separate northern and southern Oregon are located. It is in the middle of nowhere but is a convenient rest spot for us for the next two days.

We are rather tired from the hectic time we spent in Blaine and the stress of looking for and buying a house. Follow that up with driving a big, 25-ton bus for 9 hours during the last 24 hours and I believe you know what I mean.

In two days, we will leisurely drive another three hours to the Ashland, Oregon area. It is just north of the California border and it the location of another county park where we will be spending a couple of restful days before entering the great state of California.

Year 2 Days 294 to 298 The Beginning Of The End Of This Adventure


During the two weeks that we have been in Blaine, our focus was on spending time with my brother, Don, and his wife, Debbie; going on a wonderful 3-day cruise on their beautiful boat, Change of Latitude; and house hunting.  We ended up finding a house that we loved and recently put in a bid to buy it.  As it turned out, the owner accepted our bid and we are in shock…our nomad lifestyle will be coming to an end!

As of our closing date of January 31, 2019, we will be the owners of a beautiful 3,334 sq. foot house that sits on the fairway of the 5th hole of the Semiahmoo Golf Course.   Whoo Hoo!  We have a great real estate agent, Kathy Stauffer, who worked very hard to help get this house for us and she is doing so much more.  It really helps when you have a great person who you can trust and works so hard to make both the buyer and seller feel really good about the transaction.


By buying a house this means that, as of today, we are starting the end of this RV adventure that we have been on for the last 14 months.  It also means that soon we will be starting another adventure, but this one will be land-based and will start with moving into our new house.

Our RV adventure will continue for a few months more as we will be driving down to the San Francisco Bay Area to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with our Daughter, Heather, and our son, David Paul, and their respective families.  While there, we will be attending the adoption of our new granddaughter, Victoria.  Heather has been her foster mother since birth and soon the lengthy adoption process will be complete.  We will also be able to spend time with our other granddaughter, Molly, her mom, Allison, and her dad and our son, David Paul.

In early December we will travel on down to Southern California to visit with our old and dear friends before we turn east and drive to Tucson to spend the Christmas and New Year holidays with our other daughter, Christina, her husband, Michael, and our other grandchildren, Isaac, Stella and Wyatt.  How great is that!  It will be at that time we will be selling LeuC and putting an end to our RV adventure.

This RV adventure has been a nice transition from living 10 years on the sea and sailing around the world.  That lifestyle we loved so much and was so different from living a more traditional land-based life that we needed the RV adventure to help transition to living in one place.  House-based living is just so different than living on the sea.  We also need to figure out how to live a more traditional retirement lifestyle.  Most people transition from working full time directly to retirement.  For many, it can be a difficult transition as they need to find new things to do.

For us, the transition from working full time to retirement was very easy.  It was easy because we knew that there was so much to learn when we moved into our sailboat.  In fact, when living on a boat, you quickly learn how little you know and how much you need to learn, even if you had sailed for a long time, such as we did.  Each day was a learning experience and, because of that, we were never bored and never were in search of things to do.  There was an amazing smorgasbord of stuff to do: whether it was learning new sailing techniques, how to repair something on the boat, exploring new lands that we had sailed to, planning new sailing passages, meeting new people or simply falling off the boat and swimming over to the nearest reef to explore the underwater wonderland that was just waiting for us.  It was all good and so adventuresome.  Boredom just was not a word in our vocabulary.

However, as we ease back on our exploratory adventures and become more “traditional”, we will need to seek out new things to do and new things to learn.  We anticipate that the house and yard will initially keep us very busy since we really are starting from scratch.  When we moved onto our boat, we sold our house and gave away our things, including all of our furniture and furnishing.  Thus, our initial challenges will be determining what type of glassware and table settings we need, what type of pots and pans we want, what chairs, sofas, TVs, beds, rugs, wall hangings and all of the other things we need that make a house a home.  Right now, it is all a little intimidating.

As we will be doing the above, we also have to think of the yard and what gear we will need to maintain it.  We also have to meet the neighbors and learn about the neighborhood.  It is all a bit overwhelming right now.

We will also be joining the Semiahmoo Country Club, whose 5th fairway runs by our house.  Plus, they offer a health club, which Mary Margaret is very interested in.

Our neighborhood is on a forest covered hill that stands above the ocean and bay, which are just a few miles away.  There is a great path that runs down to the shore where we can walk along the beach and shoreline.  I love to take long walks and once we move in, I will be able to walk amongst the tall Spruce and fir trees on my way to the ocean.  So much fun!

Finally, Mary Margaret is looking forward to joining a local philanthropic organization while I have noticed that the city of Blaine is seeking volunteers to help determine the future of the town and help determine what it should grow into.  I am thinking of joining that endeavor and helping “paying it forward” for future generations so they would have a nice little town to make life a little bit more enjoyable.

Year 2 Days 290 to 293 Cruising the San Juan’s

A few days ago, we drove down to Bellingham with my brother, Don, and his wife, Debbie. They keep their 42-foot Grand Banks cruising trawler, Change of Latitude, at the marina there. We were off on another water bound adventure. Whoo Hoo! It would be the first time that Mary Margaret and I were returning to the sea since we sold our beloved Leu Cat, at year ago last August. (Except for our fun time in Michigan with our friends, Steve and Linda Hecker on the lake.)

Mary Margaret had suggested that we find some nice, remote island in the San Juan’s to sail to and explore. Don and Debbie decided the most remote place would be the small island of Patos, the northernmost island of the San Juan’s one can go to before entering the Canadian waters. I have posted a Google Earth photo which shows you its location relative to the Canadian border, as well as to Blaine and Bellingham, Washington.

Islands Near Blaine, WAPatos Island

The weather was just fantastic with nothing but blue skies and lots of sunshine. Apparently, a Pacific high-pressure cell was moving into our area and would be dominating our weather for the next week or so. It was bringing this beautiful weather for our three-day cruise. As we motored out of the marina, Mount Baker came into view. What an inspiriting sight: tall and majestic and all covered with ice and snow.


Our cruise was about 25 nm and with a cruising speed of 8 knots, we approached Patos Island after just about three hours. Patos Island is a state marine park and has only two mooring balls in its small anchorage, called Active Cove. It got its name from when the winds blow from the north, the seas enter the cove, making it rather active with the swells bouncing any boats that are moored or at anchor.

At this time of the year, even with good weather, few people come to this remote island. Thus, when we arrived, the two mooring balls were both available. With Don at the helm, Debbie snagged a mooring ball and soon we were safely moored. We joined the Blue Herons, ducks, geese and seals which were making this island their home.


We spent three days at this anchorage, enjoying the peace, beauty and solitude it offered. It also allowed the four of us plenty of time to catch up and enjoy each other’s company. We also lowered the dinghy and motored over to the island to explore. I will post the pictures I took, to let them “do the talking” regarding what we saw.

The island has a very old 1800’s era lighthouse that is still standing. I took a number of photos of it both during the sunny afternoon hours and during the foggy morning hours. I hope you enjoy them.20181017_15332720181017_153229

During our stay, a 36-foot C and C sailboat came in and snagged the other mooring ball. We invited the owners, Sue and Jim, over for sundowners and had a chance to get to know them. 20181017_153909Sue and Jim were Canadians, living near Vancouver, BC. They own their boat and have been enjoying sailing these waters for a number of years. They will be flying to French Polynesia in a couple of months to explore a bit and we are so envious. That area of the world was our favorite sailing venue.

During our stay at Patos Island we ate very well with Don grilling each night and Debbie and Mary Margaret putting together sides that paired well with each main. It all went down nicely with the various bottles of red wine that were in the boat. Ahhhhhh, now this is the life and we miss it so much.

During our last two days at Patos Island we had a thick, grey fog roll in during the morning hours and that brought the visibility down to just a few feet. When it did burn off, we were blessed with cloudless, blue skies and a bright, warm sun.20181018_184203

On our return trip back to Bellingham, we had to delay our departure until 1300 because of the thick fog. But, when it burned off, it was an easy cruise with glassy water and bright, crystal clear skies. 20181019_143220

Once we docked and cleaned up the boat, we then headed off to Don’s favorite Italian restaurant for pasta dinners and deserts. It was a great ending to a great time onboard Change of Latitude.

Year 2 Days 286 to 288 Oysters, Ice Cream and Houses


This blog was written a number of days ago, before we went sailing with Don and Debbie.  While sailing, we anchored at a remote island in the San Juans where we did not have good Interest, so I was not able to post this blog.  Now that we are back on land and have Internet, I can post this belated blog.  I still need to write a blog describing our wonderful three days out sailing but it may be another day or so before it is completed.


We are in the relax mode, one of our favorite modes of operations. There are no plans of action, no pressing schedules, no pressure to do anything. R-e-l-a-x-i-n-g…. ahhhhhhh.

During this respite period, Don and Debbie leisurely introduced us to their area. Blaine is just a little hole-in-the-wall town, supporting a spread-out community of about 8,000 people. As we drove first up and then down the main street, I saw more Canadian cars then local cars. The town is nestled right up to the Canadian border with the off ramp from the border crossing that enters the town.

One of the big reasons there are so many Canadians here is that they come into town to pick up their mail. Apparently, post box service is a big business here. I understand that the Canadians order stuff from the Internet and then come into town to pick up their stuff and then bring it into Canada. It appears that this is a lot cheaper than having it shipped into Canada. Go figure.

Don and Deb shared with us that there are a number of very good restaurants in town along with an ice cream diary store and not much else. We observed that they were right.

One of the highlights to our trip into town was a stop at Drayton Bay Oyster Company. Housed in an old narrow brick building, overlooking the harbor, they grow, harvest, shuck and serve oysters. Drayton Harbor Oyster CompanyOwned and operated by a young 30-something couple, whenever they run low of fresh oysters, they just hop in their little boat to get some more. They have a chalkboard on the wall that shows you how far away the oysters came from (today it was only ¼ of a mile away) and the time it took them to go from picking the oysters to the oyster bar (13 minutes). It just does not get any fresher than that!

I ordered their oyster stew, which was delicious, and complimented the stew with a half dozen grilled oysters. I slurped those puppies down so easily and sopped up the juice with pieces of warm sourdough bread. Yum!

Mary Margaret and Debbie opted to go next door to sample their sandwiches and hot dogs. Called “Just A Bite”, it shares the old, narrow building with the oyster bar. Mary Margaret and Debbie also enjoyed their lunch.

Afterwards, we all got together and walked over to the ice cream diary store and ordered double scoops of ice cream. Ooooooooh, so rich, creamy and good.Edaleen Dairy

With smiles on our faces, we returned to the car and Don and Debbie drove us around, offering us a tour of the area. If you have ever been to the Pacific Northwest and especially the Puget Sound, you can imagine the spectacular views we were presented. The skies were sunny and bright, not a cloud in sight. The water was like glass, since there was no wind. For the next 10 days or so, we will be sitting in a North Pacific high-pressure cell which is keeping the wet and cold weather up in northern Canada. How lucky are we!

The many evergreen-covered islands that make up part of the San Juan de Fuca Island group were sitting blissfully in the distance, with the dark blue water of the Sound between us and them. So remarkably scenic! As we turned from facing west, to facing east, we were greeted with snow-covered Mount Baker dominating the view. It was all very breathtaking.

For the last two days, with the delicious oysters and ice cream as just a memory, Mary Margaret and I have spent our time looking at houses that were on the market. We have been using a number of internet-based websites to tour various houses on the market. Now, with the help of a local real estate agent, we were able to personally inspect those houses which were of interest of us.

We were able to find a couple of houses that we are interested in and may end up putting in a bid. We will be making a decision before we leave the area in 10 days.

Tomorrow, Don and Debbie will be taking us boating on their 42-foot cruising trawler. This will be the first-time cruising since we sold good old Leu Cat last year. We are very excited.

Year 2 Days 283 to 285 Blaine, WA

Our drive from eastern Washington to the State’s extreme northwest corner went without a hitch. We had some concerns regarding the heavy traffic around Seattle but our timing was good and we were able to scoot by before the Friday afternoon traffic started. Our route was all on freeways so driving was stress free. While driving on country two lane roads is certainly more scenic and ascetically more enjoyable, especially with the unique ranches or farms and rangelands or forests dominating our views, it is much more stressful. With a big 25 ton, 40-foot-long, 9+ feet wide bus, driving the narrower country roads takes a lot more skill and attention to keep the bus “within the lines”. Thus, our stress levels are always higher whenever we drive LeuC down the more scenic routes. This means that when we arrive at that day’s destination after taking rural roads, we are more tired than when we take the wide, four-lane freeways.

When we arrived at the RV park that we will be parking LeuC at while we stay with my brother and his wife, we decided that we were so happy that we would be staying with them. The RV park was the pits, with a set up that required four RVs to be packed in together to share a common utility pedestal. This means that each unit is literally just inches from each other. Yuck!

What is surprising, is that this RV Park is part of Thousand Trails, a premium RV Park association that costs huge amounts of money to join. The parks within this association are all supposed to meet certain standards and they are supposed to be the “upper end” of the RV park spectrum. Well, if this park is representative of the other parks in the association, we question the value of spending big bucks to join.

After setting up LeuC we called Don and Debbie and told them we had arrived and that we would like come over in a bit. They were all excited and their enthusiasm had not diminished when we did arrive. During this last year they had retired and had bought their beautiful house, which looks out over the 7th fairway of Semiahmoo Golf Course.

After the tour of their lovely home, Don whipped up a batch of his very special Margaritas which were slurped down in fine style. Ahhhhhhh, this is the life!


The rest of the day and well into the evening was spent catching up and enjoying each other’s company. A delicious meal of wild Alaskan salmon that Don grilled outside over a cedar plank was the perfect complement to a perfect day.

Yesterday was spent taking it easy and planning things to do while here. What is on the list is looking at some houses that are for sale, playing some golf, cruising around the San Juan Islands in Don and Debbie’s boat, touring some museums and just enjoying each other’s company.

Today, after a hot breakfast of eggs, toast and smoked bacon, Don and I were off to play some golf while the ladies spent more time together catching up. Debbie and Mary Margaret are the best of friends and they enjoy spending time together. It makes me happy knowing that my lifemate and Don’s lifemate so enjoy each other’s company.

The golfing was great as the course was absolutely beautiful and challenging. It was designed by Arnold Palmer and is rated as one the best courses in the Pacific Northwest. The pictures I took while playing should help convince you of the merits of this claim.


Neither of us have played very much in the last few years but it did not show during our first nine holes. We each had our mojo working and scored a number of pars as we worked our way to a score for the front nine of 46 each. Whoo Hoo! Such fun!

Don kept his mojo working during the back nine, as he shot a 48, finishing his round in style by sinking a pitch shot on the last hole that was 30 yards from the green. Double Whoo Hoo!! I ended up fading a bit as my irons failed me on a couple of holes. I finished the back nine with a 54, to complete my round with a score of 100. Not what I had hoped for but I was pleased with the number of great drives I had on a course that I had never played before.

Tomorrow, we will be going to an oyster house to slurp down some fresh local oysters and then take in an open house or two. We are interested in checking out this area as a possible place to settle down in when our nomad days come to an end.

Year 2 Days 281 and 282 A Long Passage Nearing An End

We left Lansing, Michigan over 6 weeks ago, with a goal of crossing the northern states of the Midwest and Western US, arriving in Blaine, Washington. The journey would mean driving about 3000 miles and crossing the Mississippi River, the grassy plains, going over and through both the Black Hills of South Dakota and the northern part of the Rocky Mountain Range, crossing the scablands of eastern Washington, cresting the Cascade Mountain Range and then traveling along the roads that line the eastern shore of the Puget Sound of the Pacific Northwest, finally arriving in Blaine, literally abutting the border of Canada, just south of Vancouver, British Columbia.

Lansing To Blaine Route
Well, with luck, tomorrow we will meet this goal, arriving in Blaine during the mid to late afternoon hours. We still have a 5-hour drive ahead of us, covering over 250 miles with the worst part of having to fight the notorious Seattle area traffic. Ugh!

Our reward will be spending two weeks with my brother, Don, and his wife, Debbie. They have recently moved here to start Don’s retirement from his post as a distinguished chair at the University of Connecticut. We are looking forward to seeing them again: spending time catching up, playing a little golf, maybe cruising some on their 45-foot cruising trawler and touring the area they now live in. Both Don and I were born in Washington and we have many relatives from my dad’s side of the family that live in Washington. We do not believe we will have much time available to visit with our relatives since most live down in the Seattle area. However, Mary Margaret and I did visit with most of them just three years ago and it was wonderful catching up. Plus, we were able to see my cousin, Ken, and his wife, Karen, last October when they were visiting Scottsdale, AZ and we were camping a few miles away in Mesa, AZ.

I must admit, I am looking forward to Don’s killer margaritas. He has a special skill in making various versions of that nectar of the gods. Slurping down one of these is pure joy!

Year 2 Days 278 to 280 Exploring The Ginkgo Petrified Forest

We are in the desert area of the state of Washington. Called the Scablands, we are sitting in part of the Columbia Plateau, between the Rocky Mountains to the east and the Cascade Mountains to the west. It is a hash and wild country, dominated by historic lava flows and repeated volcanic ash deposits. It is a geologist’s playground because of the remarkable geologic events that have happened here.

Not only were there numerous prehistoric volcanoes and their respective lava and ash flows covering the landscape but also catastrophic, very high energy floods that scoured the plateau, forming huge pot holes, gorges, basins that were carved out by tall and wide waterfalls, many times the height and width of Niagara Falls.

To provide you with an understanding of how and why all of this happened, I struggled trying to write reasonable but short explanations. Alas, I was not up to these tasks so I searched YouTube to find videos that presented this information so much better than I could. Therefore, I encourage you to first watch the video which presents information of the Ginkgo Petrified Forest by clicking here. Note that the petrified forest is actually found embedded in a layer of a lava that flowed into the shallow lake where the Swamp Cedars and other trees were located. The water protected the trees from burning up when the hot lava flowed into the shallow lake.

Also, I hope you enjoy the video on the repeated massive flooding that occurred during the last glacial age, about 17,000 years ago. Lobes of the thick glaciers blocked river valleys that formed huge lakes, including Lake Missoula. Lake Missoula contained more water than the current Great Lakes. Like a modern-day reservoir, the ice dam of the glacier backed water up river valley in the Rocky Mountains to an altitude of 4200 feet. Wow! It is speculated that all of this water drained once the ice dam broke free in just 48 hours. Double Wow!! Also, it is believed that the forming of an ice dam and the creation of a massive lake which eventually broke through the ice dam occurred a number of times. Each time scarring the landscape that is today’s scablands of eastern Washington. The video which graphically explains this can be seen by clicking here. Also, note the scenery contained in the video as it shows both the scablands where we are now and our last day’s passage down the Bitterroot Mountains of the Rockies.

What inspired me to write about the Ginkgo Petrified Forest and the scablands was today’s visit to the Ginkgo Petrified Forest Interpretive Center and the Ginkgo Petrified Forest Gem Shop, which was near the Interpretive Center. There, we spent time talking with the Ranger, studied the informational boards and exhibits, watched videos and observed and touched numerous petrified logs which were inside the Center as well as outside. It was pretty cool.

From the Center, we then drove over to the Gem Shop. The specimens there were simply awesome, the best we have ever seen and so reasonably prices. Needless to say, we walked out with our arms full of wonderful pieces.

Here are some of the photos we took, showing what we saw.