Thursday, May 26, 2016

Roadtrip Day 322


Roadtrip Day 322

5/25 Wednesday

Happy birthday to Ronnie! Woo-hoo! Lovely present from Eos this am for Ronnie’s birthday. We woke to see a deer sitting and browsing not 10 yards from us on the little dune bordering our campsite. She’s in a perfect spot, screened from most directions by surrounding bushes except right toward our trailer. Didn’t startle when we opened up and left the trailer to stare at her. Sweet. Sometimes waking early is worthwhile.

With our tent ends open, we can sit at the dinette and watch her. Nice way to enjoy birthday breakfast. Sunny, windless morning. Perfect day for a birthday outing to Kitty Hawk, Kill Devil Hills, and other points along the barrier islands.

She hung around for about half an hour and finally ran for the woods across the street when the dickwad genny runners’ dog started barking up a storm. They have more than one way to kill a pleasant time in the campground.

Today was the day we drove to Kitty Hawk. I can’t tell you how wonderful that experience was. As someone who always wanted to fly, I often think about the fact that before 1903, you would be the richest person in the world. You could be the most powerful person in the world. In the entire world.

But you couldn’t fly.

Nowadays, for about $5K, anybody can get a pilot’s license. Anybody. For $5K, less if you do work-trade, etc. I declare that AMAZING.

Like most wonderful things, before they did it, the naysayers declared it unlikely, If not actually impossible. Even after they’d actually flown, the U. S. military didn’t really believe them or want to have anything to do with them. Later, poor Billy Mitchell was court martialed by the same type of intransigent old-school thinkers. Billy Mitchell of the airfield by Frisco campground, who should have… Never mind. I’m just getting grumpy. But about the Wright boys…

Those fellas solved all the problems associated with heavier than air flight on their own, from control surfaces to a motor with a reasonable power-to-weight ratio. An incredible feat. Absolutely incredible. I see Burt Rutan as their philosophical heir.

The monument is a catch-your-breath place. To be there and see where they stood and worked just a bit more than 100 years ago. It’s the kind of thing that speaks to me of the magnificence of humanity.

After that, we went to Kelly’s restaurant just down the road. That Was the perfect followup to such an emotional and wonderful visit. And to celebrate Ronnie’s birthday and my completed draft manuscript. We decided on appetizers for dinner and started with crab soup. Excellent. Crab-topped baked flounder was also first-rate. Oysters Rockerfella was their weakest dish but maybe I’m perfectly prejudiced having had the original at Antoine’s. Hot artichoke and spinach dip with some sort of cheesy matrix and crab on top was yummers. Seared scallops were perfectly done and made my mouth very happy. A little chocolate mousse to finish off the evening and we rolled back to camp and fell in bed, exhausted.

Roadtrip Day 321


Roadtrip Day 321

5/24 Tuesday

What a lovely, sunny day! Time for some cold Ovaltine and powdered-sugar donettes. Ahhhhh! Azure sky from horizon to horizon, gentle breeze, living green all around us, and the ruler-sharp line of the ocean’s dark blue horizon beyond the lumpy dunes.

Fuckwad neighbors ran their genny right up until 10 last night and started it up bright and early this am but they’ve stopped it now (at 9). Maybe they’ve gone fishing like they did for a blessed while yesterday. Who knows what stupidity lurks in the hearts of fuckwad neighbors? Even The Shadow is confounded by their white-dwarf level of density. Fuck ‘em. It’s a swell day and I’m ready to embrace it. Not in a sleazy or inappropriate way, of course. Just a friendly embrace, no erection. Well, maybe just a slight chubby like when you’re feelin’ really firm cuz the girl is stacked. Go ahead. Bust a move.

We’ll be heading for a nice, long beach hike this AM, I’m sure. Maybe this afternoon, when the sun is getting fierce, I’ll do a little more reading about structuring a novel. Whatever. We’ll see what this day actually brings. What the morning actually brought was Ronnie finishing her pass through chapter 1 and a discussion about how that went and how we’d proceed. Pretty damned exciting eve if she did mercilessly “kill my darlings.” (Deleted my personal flights of purple prose in the midst of a hard-hitting sword-and-sandal EPIC. And I loved them SOOOOO MUCH.) (grin)

Trim that fat. Bulk up that muscle. Power prose, by Jupiter! (VBG)

Delicious grilled cheese sammies for lunch and now we’re out into the sunshine for a stroll on the beach.

That was perfect. Sun, sand, ocean…Ahhhhh! Uploading photos with a cool drink of lemonade-tea after holding the sunshower for Ronnie. A little post-walk R&R now.

Decided to have stirfry for dinner: cut up BBQ chicken thighs, carrots, and spring onion. With rice, of course. A little rum for flavor in the stirfry mix, huh? Why not? Tomorrow, we’ll have dinner out to celebrate my finishing TLC and Ronnie’s birthday. Got a list of acceptable restaurants and we’ll try one of those. Exquisite day. Dinner at 6 will be a good finish instead of our usual later dinnertime.

Down to my last Baby Ruth for dessert. Tommorow is time to go out to dinner. (grin)

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Roadtrip Day 320


Roadtrip Day 320

5/23 Monday

Monday, Monday. This is a good-sized campground and it’s maybe 1/3 full, probably not even that much. That makes it extra irritating when someone chooses the site right next to us and runs their LARGE generator all day and into the night. Started it up right after they arrived. Our campground brochure says 9pm is quiet time. Ronnie went to ask them to shut down at 9:30 and they snapped back that they were told 10pm. Now, at 8am they have it running again. Why, oh why, don’t we have a huge Class A motorhome with powerful, exterior party speakers? I could BLAST some fuckin’ Too Live Crew, NWA, Public Enemy, etc. at these fuckers. We’re gonna at least clarify with the ranger today what official quiet hours are. I hate old people.

Aside from that, sunny this morning with scattered clouds. Ronnie says rain later, according to the internet, but it’s quite nice right now. Tea and sympathy for breakfast. Sympathy for the Devil at ear-splitting volume, maybe?

Now that TLC is passed off to editing, I’m working on book 2, working title TLC: Chasing the Dragon. For TLC I had the entire structure of the book pretty well defined in my head and wrote up an outline from start to finish before I began. I did modify that some after I started but the core was set and I stuck to it. For TLC:CtD, all I really have is the concept with not much of an idea about how that concept can become a full novel. Ronnie has given me a coupla resources about creating a novel and I’m gonna spend this week researching that and putting together an outline for TLC:CtD before I start doing significant writing for it. I have written a couple of vignettes or scenes but nothing organized. Time to establish the framework of the story before I start throwing lotsa words at it.

When TLC comes back from editing… Well, that’s a lotta hard work I’ll be facing then. Meanwhile, I’ll create a framework for the canvas of the story to hang in, so that after I rewrite TLC, I can begin serious work on TLC:CtD.

Lovely sunshine gave way to late afternoon rain. I did a lotta reading about novel structure and jotted some thoughts about how to apply that for TLC:CtD. Ronnie made some 4pm Mac’n’Cheese for a “dinner” before “supper.” Snackin’ in the rain. I’m tired of working on my book(s). Time to read a popular, financially-successful action novel while I eat some noodly pseudogoodness.

 

Roadtrip Day 319


Roadtrip Day 319

5/22 Sunday

(photos day 319)

A little cool this morning and I’m still getting used to the fact that I finished the draft version of my novel. Amazing! Woke gently, got online for a while to see what was going on in the world of Facebook. And my email.

Ok, that’s done. We talked about our mid-range plans for a while and then decided on a beach walk before the overcast turns into downpour. Nice walk. Met a young, local woman with two dogs who told us about being here year-round. Cruised on back to camp for a late lunch.

For me, a year-round beach would hafta be the Caribbean, maybe San Diego but who can afford San Diego and the water is too cold for me even in the Summer. A lot of the Caribbean is pricey but there are still places that are affordable. Anyway, future fantasy. For lunch I was in a mood for a bowl of oatmeal for some reason, so that’s what I’m having. Hot, filling, and delicious with lots and lots of sugar.

Today is a “holiday”. Hahaha! Yes, even on semipermanent vacation, we take holidays. Tomorrow, Ronnie will start editing “The Lost Century” and I will start making a serious effort to create a story and structure for book 2, tentatively titled “The Lost Century: Chasing the Dragon”. It’s a good working title, at least.

I just talked to my cousins Wes and Kadence a bit. We chatted a while back about their desire to buy a nice catamaran and sail to the South Pacific to live aboard and do research about global warming and population displacement. They’re still thinking about it and pushing more concretely toward a 2017 plan. It’ll be fascinating to keep up with them on that. Speaking of sailing, every time I talk to my pal Bob, I twist his arm about doing a cruise on his boat to Belize. New Orleans to Cozumel is a wonderful sail across the wind, broad reach is a fast point of sail for a cat. From there, you’re at the North end of the reef and can cruise however and how long you like. Twist. Twist. C’mon, Bob.

For now, a lazy afternoon reading a murder mystery. And here’s the drizzle. And here’s the genuine rain. Dry at dinnertime with threatening clouds hanging low.

Roadtrip Day 318


Roadtrip Day 318

5/21 Saturday

Hoobie-doobie! Big T-storms last night. The trailer was wiggling and shaking and the awning, which we should have taken down, was going wild and finally collapsed partially on the windward side. I got up, cold and naked, and collapsed that side fully so it would shed the wind. That seemed to work as a temporary fix, so I hustled back inside and dried off before crawling back into bed. Better conditions this morning with no rain and light wind but apparently there’s more coming. Whoopie.

Ronnie laughed at me for going out naked but I explained that if I’d worn clothes, they’d be soaked. Naked, all I hadda do was dry my skin and crawl comfortably back in bed. I dunno why she shook her head at that. Makes perfect sense. Right?

Getting in some Genny time and some writing while the rain holds off. I intend to finish today. Imagine! A completed draft of a novel. I’m amazed. Anyway, off to work on that. I’ll come back here later, hopefully to say “DONE!”

DONE!

Yep. I just wrote “THE END” at a little over 80K words. My NaNoWriMo-style rough draft is complete. Completed. Now editing awaits. Eek!

And lunch. Lunch awaits first. Later on I’ll think about all the other stuff that’s gonna go with editing -  nom de plume?, how to self-publish, get a domain?, advertise?

Ack! Later. Now I just need to take a breath and feel the doneness of it.

So, I’ve been wondering when my high school would finally send some info about the planned reunion. Got an email today. Friday, June 3, alumni only, catered by Martin’s Wine Cellar, open bar, jambalaya, chicken pasta, and beef tenderloin. Casual dress. $55/person. Saturday, June 4, alumni plus one(s), Metairie Country Club, coat and tie, open bar, buffet of crab salad, crawfish pie, and New York strip loin carving station. $170/couple.

The way most of those alcoholics (mostly lawyers, after all) drink, they just might lose money at those prices.

Outa power. Dinner and bed. Power and computing tomorrow morning.

 

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Roadtrip Day 317


Roadtrip Day 317

5/20 Friday

Less windy this morning and a mixed sky, heavily clouded but they’re smallish white ones, not very threatening looking. Slept until almost 10 this morning; it was a good night. I believe I’m well rested today even though we stayed up late reading. The breeze this morning is more refreshing than chilly. The world smells new and friendly, Mother Earth as a happy, wiggly puppy.

I intend to finish TLC today if I can get into a writing flow. Even if I can’t get in the zone, I can crank out enough so that I can almost certainly finish tomorrow. Write on! So, that’s what’s on my mind today – driving to the finish of TLC. I dread the editing phase and worry that Beta readers won’t like it. Eek! How, then, can I possibly put it out there in public? Oh, my! But that’s what’s next so that’s where it’s going, for better or worse, for good or ill, for praise or censure.

Lord, have mercy!

The story has morphed from my original, simple sword-and-sandal fantasy combat concept of a stand-alone novel into something a bit more. After attending a funshop on self-publishing at the LIFE is Good Unschooling Conference put on by our very successful self-publishing friend, Lisa, I made two significant changes:

1. I added in some flashback sex scenes, even though the story is about some Roman legionaries on their own in the scary, wide world with no women around, cuz everybody likes sex, and although the scenes themselves could be called gratuitous, the sex is the initiating event of the primary plot driver; so I can honestly claim that they are a Plot Necessity. Kind of.

2. I decided to try to write a series based on this first one. Lisa’s opinion and experience is that, pragmatically, series sell. I can see that; I like to read additional novels about characters I enjoyed in a first novel. And my legionaries do survive at the end of the book (some of them) so they’re available to have additional adventures.

In the months since that funshop, I’ve taken advantage of #2 by thinking about, and even writing some narrative for, the SECOND novel about Flavius and his Furies. It’s a nice break when I feel stymied or bogged down while trying to make progress on TLC to switch to doing something with Novel Number 2. It keeps my head in the realm of writing, even writing about my legionaries, while letting me think about new, fresh things which might inspire me when I’m feeling blah about what’s going on in TLC. Maybe I should start calling it TLC One.

We had a pleasant, long midday walk on the beach today under mostly overcast skies, not hot but the very high humidity made it feel sticky. More surf fishermen than midweek, many cars (4-wheel and trucks) running the beach. We said hello to several friendly dogs. Back to camp for a late lunch. Ready for that.

A session of writing now…

Late afternoon and I’m done writing for the day. I will finish TLC tomorrow for sure. Amazing. Fully grey sky now with rain predicted at some point at some level. Ok, then. Some dinner, some reading, and a hopefully not-so-windy night, even if it does rain some. Got some boneless, skinless chicken thighs to put on the BBQ. Just gotta figure out what to have or do with them.

Roadtrip Day 316


Roadtrip Day 316

5/19 Thursday

The rain did eventually slack off last night but the wind kept UP. Gusty enough to blow out the pilot light on the propane power to the fridge, so about 9pm I switched the fridge to 12-volt, hoping it would last the night. Not quite.

About 5am, the CO detector started shrilling. Not a poison gas problem; the battery is flat. Killed the detector, threw on pants, went outside and killed the 12-volt to the fridge and Ronnie helped me start up the propane to it. Still awfully gusty so back to bed hoping it doesn’t get blown out.

9am now and the sun is out with scattered clouds, some of which are grey, but the wind is still gusty. Pilot light seems to still be lit, so that’s good. Cold fridge is better than warm fridge, eh? Started Genny and had some tea and powdered minidonuts. Genny will unflatten Mister Battery while also (re)powering our electronics. My laptop was down to “powersave” mode, too, so getting some 120-v is good.

I’m very tired after a noisy, late night and 5am alarm plus activities. Might be a nap day. My brain will wake up and I’ll think about it after breakfast.

Pushing noon now and we’re repowered. And I’m mostly awake. Kinda tired. Had some mid-morning Ovaltine to perk me up. That was tasty. I’m trying to do some writing but it’s not flowing. My brain is still fitful. Maybe after lunch. Sun is warm but the breeze is still blustery and a little cool for my taste.

Spent the afternoon reading then Ronnie gave me an oils massage and I had a nap. Not a euphemism. Very nice. Time for some dinner now. Reading and bed to follow.

 

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Roadtrip Day 315


Roadtrip Day 315

5/18 Wednesday

It rained all night. It was still raining in the early pre-dawn when Thing 1 woke and left the cozy bed. Later in the realistic morning, Thing 2 woke to the steady 4/4 of the vertical rain. [Cue the Beatles but skip that “might as well be dead” bit.] Thing 2 opted for hot, lemony (P.G. Tips) tea and one of those French horns. Thing 1 joined in for a second cup of tea to follow her pre-dawn one. Thing 1 and Thing 2 were looking at an indoor snooze fest on this rainy, not-very-nice day.

It’s ok. That can be fun, too. As long as the power lasts, Thing 2 can write more about the exotic adventures of Flavius’ Furies, rampaging their way through the first century B.C. Then maybe a little rests and lunch and asking Genny to run for an hour or so to create MORE power. Possibly, then, but just possibly, Thing 2 could write some additional words about those fierce legionaries.

But first, breakfast. And full wakefulness. Thing 2 is not a blithe waker, no sprightly riser, he. Quit giggling. I said “waker” not “wanker”, although if the foo shits…

The ocean is obscured in the nondimensional grey distance. The world seems to end at the dunes bordering the beach side of the campground. If this were a sf book, I could cross those dunes and step into another world. Another universe. If I were one of Zelazney’s princes, I could walk to Amber. Ah, but poor, pedestrian Thing 2 lives in this prosaic world and a walk across those dunes would take him only to the rainy beach and speckled ocean. Actually, a scene like that is very nice all on its own, no alternate universes needed.

But wouldn’t that be exciting?

Ok, ‘nuff said here for now. Time for Thing 2 to open that “The Lost Century” doc and add some words there. Talk to ya later. Thing 2 is puttin’ on the ritz (cracker which is his writing cap).

Wrote some until I ran out of computer battery, then had lunch and read a bit in the gloomy rain. 2 pm now and Thing 1 powered up Genny so this laptop is recharging, along with all the other electronics. Color Thing 2 a Happy Camper, especially because the rain has tapered off and there’s some new glare in the sky. Might be that big, burning ball of plasma about 100 million miles away in space. C’mon, Mister Sol, burn away these clouds. Burn, Baby, burn!

Ok, ok, looks like the rain is fighting back and it’ll be a Battle of the Elements this afternoon. The astrologers, errr, meteorologists say the rain will be done later this afternoon. We’ll see. Let’s return now to those leaden days of yesteryear and see what Thing 2 can make happen in the Hindu Kush in the 1st century B.C. Leavin’ on shank’s mare, for jet planes had not yet been invented.

Hmmm, do I need a time travel plot twist? Nah! Not for this novel, at least. Bwahaha!

Dry (but windy) spell so we walked the beach under low, scudding clouds. Invigorating. Yeah, that’s the word. Yes, actually it had its own kind of beauty. Back now and thinking it’s time for dinner as we prepare for an evening bout of possible rain, chances fading as the night grows older. Looking forward to that. Thing 1 is very unhappy with the wind. Thing 2 is not amused either. I think the cat’s hat just blew away toward Europe. Or Greenland. Or Africa. Or Albuquerque. Bye!

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Roadtrip Day 314


Roadtrip Day 314

5/17 Tuesday

Good morning. No rain last night and none yet today. It’s delightful. Perfect. Weather report now says rain this evening and/or more consistently tomorrow. Sure seems like meteorology is the new astrology. Jupiter is near Luna and Mars is in retrograde while Venus is off doing her sexy thing in the Cytherian splendor of her luscious goddessness. That can only mean one thing - 20% chance of rain in the next 12 hours. Or you’re due to come into an unexpected inheritance.

Ronnie woke before dawn, just like the killer, and went for an early beach walk while I slept. She left me a note but I didn’t see it until after she’d already returned. She said it was quiet and beautiful – no 4-wheelers rampaging up and down, few surf fishermen, just the ocean and the beach and Apollo’s chariot with its solar burden. I slept until 9. Well, 9ish. (wink) Quiet breakfast now with a full load of propane to power us through the next several weeks and enough groceries for a week at least. No tasks to accomplish except to enjoy life. And get a little more done on TLC. I added another thousand words last night; gonna try to add another thousand today. Driving hard toward the finish like Marshawn Lynch powering to the goal line.

Yes, I do plan to grab my crotch and shake it at the world when I get there.

Last night just before bed we walked down to the bathroom and encountered a nice couple walking their dogs, apparently all rescues, dachsundish, pomeranianish, chihuahuaish. We had a pleasant chat in the dark by the bathrooms, petting the mutts and sharing stories. They live in Virginia and have been coming here for years. He used to surf here when he was younger. Charming social interaction to have during a nighttime bathroom outing.

Breakfast is done and my battery power is low. Time to sign off and have some fun until we run the genny to recharge this machine and all our others. Then I’ll see about cranking out that next thousand words for Flavius and da boyz.

Nice afternoon walk on the beach in the grey, rain-smelling sky. No actual rain yet. Saw a dead jellyfish and a dead puffer. Back to the trailer before the rain. And here it comes finally at 4:15. Gentle, warm rain to start. Didn’t last too long and we rode into town to get gas and ice. Another donation is due the LBGTQ equivalence group.

Pork chops, pesto, and corn on the cob for dinner. Digesting in the approaching dark which is bringing the rain back with it.

 

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Roadtrip Day 313


Roadtrip Day 313

5/16 Monday

A lovely, cool morning after a quiet, long night. This place has nice, tiled bathrooms and showers, unfortunately, the showers are cold-water only. We have our 4-gallon sunshower filled and sitting on the table for Mister Sol to work his magic and give us some hot water later. If this place had hot showers and hookups, they’d hafta kick us out when we hit their time limit. Once we settle down here and regain our full-on “lazy camping” mode after the travels and changes of the last coupla days, I intend to FINISH “The Lost Century.”

Yes, you and I both heard that right. We’re here for 11 more days and I’m at 80K words and only have a few thousand more to drive this thing to a completed finish. Amazing. Go figure, huh? Perhaps Ronnie’s birthday on 5/25 will be that excellent milestone. The timing is just about right. Then, of course, there’s the editing phase. That’ll take about a decade. At least. Ronnie and I rarely argue, but I can see some friction happening as she goes through my deathless prose with her metaphorical red pen.

“Nooooo,” I’ll wail. “I meant for it to say exactly that.”

“Nooooo,” she’ll respond. “Exactly that is completely crap. You can’t use one of those 50-worst-analogies-ever-written in your novel. You just can’t.”

“But I wanna!”

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.”

“No you can’t, no you can’t, no you can’t!”

Yeah, I can see that that’s how it’s gonna go cuz yes, I did use one of those in my narrative. Bwahahahahaha! Can you guess which one? (smirk) I love the “bag of soup” one but it wasn’t that one. FYI, it’s number 13 on the list I have: “McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.” Isn’t that just perfect?

So anyway, we took a nice morning walk to and along the beach - through the campground, through the dunes (on the marked path), and then wandering along the broad, infinite beach. Delightful way to spend a morning. Hot sun, cool breeze, beautiful vistas. Must be about lunchtime now.

Piggybacking on Ronnie’s hotspot to check in with the wide world. Still kinda icky out there. Think I’ll stay here. I’ve been expecting the GOP to self-destruct for a coupla decades now. It seems to finally be happening. What I didn’t expect was for the Dems to self-destruct. The old-guard power structure is not allowing the new voices to have their fair share of say in how things go. What a bizarre and fascinating election cycle. It reminds me of Mister McBride and his fatal fall. Soup du jour.

We spent the afternoon sitting under and outside of the sunshade, depending on the sun and wind, reading and enjoying just being here. Getting later now and time to see how well the sunshower has heated its load of water today. Then we’ll be sliding on down toward dinnertime.

Ah, excellent timing. We have two propane tanks on our little popup trailer. We were trying to remember if the one we weren’t using had been emptied previously or if it were still full while chatting about how it would be terrible to run out while cooking dinner if the backup were actually empty. So while chatting and boiling some water to augment the heated water from the sunshower, wouldn’t ya know it?, the flame went out. Active propane tank is empty.

Ok. I switched bottles. Nope. Nada. We now knew for a fact that the backup bottle had indeed been emptied previously. Okey-dokey then. I switched the fridge to 12-volt and disconnected one of the propane tanks while Ronnie finished her shower. Threw the tank in the car and headed into Frisco to find propane.

Ha! At the end of the campground road where it T-bones into the highway, there’s a little store with a propane exchange rack right there. So, five minutes and $22 plus tax and we’re free to head back to camp to repower our propane system. Ronnie also made a note to send a matching $25 to the LBGTQ group for North Carolina.

I attached the FULL propane tank to the trailer, hooked it up, turned it on, and switched the fridge back to propane from 12-volt. We’ll fill the other empty one once we’re back out of North Carolina.

Phew. Now we can cook dinner without worrying about losing our cooking ability in media res. Don’tcha just hate half-cooked food? Ronnie suggests chicken-pesto pasta. Side of green beans, which we bought a fresh batch of cuz they looked good at the grocery. Ok. I eat that. Some of that. (wink)

Even the green beans were good. BURP! A slice of pound cake to settle that food down and it’s getting to be that time when the sun goes to hide on the underside of the world. Possible rain tonight with highest chance tomorrow. We’ll see what we actually get.

Roadtrip Day 312


Roadtrip Day 312

5/15 Sunday

Woke lazily after a long night’s sleep to sunshine and less wind. It was still a bit cool so for breakfast I opted for some hot tea (We found some P. G. Tips so we have good tea!) and a French horn, aka Food Lion’s Vanilla French Twirl. Warming pleasantly now and I’m ready to see what today brings now that I have a happy belly. 10:30 and Ronnie has gone over the dunes to see the beach while I type here. When she returns, we’ll head to town (Buxton) to see what’s available there. There are lots of things I want to see here, especially flying-related stuff -  Kitty Hawk and Kill Devil Hills for Wright brothers stuff but also the Billy Mitchell airstrip just down the road from the campground.

So after we cruised Buxton (Hello. Goodbye.), we continued on down to the next little town to check it out and see what that campground looked like. Frisco. After cruising the Frisco campground we agreed enthusiastically to relocate. Hilly (dune-y), lots of vegetation, fairly private campsite, and a lovely view of the water. We bought a dozen days, returned to break camp, came back to Frisco, set up camp, and settled in. Very nice here. Lovely. I decided I needed fried turkey slices, two eggs over medium, and some potato bread with strawberry jam for a late lunch as a reward for all that effort. Delicious. We ate lunch sitting under our sunshade looking out over the dunes to the ocean. Beautiful.

I just finished slicing and sugaring some strawberries to put on slices of vanilla pound cake after dinner. Who cares what the entrée will be!

This campground is right next to Billy Mitchell Airfield. Three planes tied down there, a Cessna and two Pipers. Cute little airport. Ah, as I write, a larger plane just came over us for landing. I didn’t get a good look but it was about 8 passengers’ worth of aircraft. Commercial use there? I dunno. Charter maybe. Probably.

We spent the afternoon sitting in our chairs under the sunshade, watching the ocean, brainstorming, and reading. Now it’s 6pm and we’re running the genny, charging all the electronics. With the sun getting low, the cool breeze is cool enough for long sleeves and closing some of the windows in the trailer. It’s been a delightful half-day and we’re very pleased to be settled here for a while. The strawberries have sugared up nicely and we’re gonna have them over the poundcake now, before dinner.

Mmmmmm! Yep That’s pretty good.

Sliced rounds of potato sautéed in butter with some cut-up chicken and pork, and some green onion. Cooked carrots on the side. Sounds excellent for a sunset supper. Easing into the lovely evening. Goodnight, Moon.

 

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Roadtrip Day 311


Roadtrip Day 311

5/14 Saturday

Long day. I’m writing this on Sunday because I had no energy left to write once we finally got set up. We woke early and broke camp at Little Pee Dee, heading for Richmond and our friend Laura. We originally hoped to visit for the day and into Sunday but Laura’s house had become the norovirus ward; so we stopped briefly, held our breath to say hi and pick up some stuff we had mailed there, and escaped germ-free. We hope! We headed to our next destination – Cape Hatteras.

That made for a long drive, starting at Little Pee Dee, hitting Richmond, then hooking back toward Cape Hatteras. We stopped for food and gas before we left Virginia, then made our way all the way down to Buxton and the Cape Point campground of the National Park system, right near the Cape Hatteras lighthouse.

A brief aside about North Carolina. Ronnie explained our position at great length in her writings. I don’t have that kind of patience. We’re visiting here because it’s a must-see spot and it’s a federal facility. We’re spending as little money as possible in North Carolina. Any money we do spend, we’ll send matching funds to a LGBTQ support group for N.C. Further subtleties in that plan are beyond the scope of this writing. Fly a rainbow flag and we’ll happily buy from you.

So anyway, we got here at sunset and set up in the gathering dark. It’s a huge campground with no trees, wide open except for small, occasional clumps of scrub. We chose a spot on the edge backed up against the scrubs and shrubs on the ocean side. When we arrived there was one campsite in use about a hundred yards from us. They left this morning. We are alone except for maybe a coupla campers WAAAAY away from us in another loop. Cool and very windy last night with T-storms flashing lightning strikes in the distance. The lighthouse swept over us methodically and fireflies strobed the darkness of the beach scrub. Fireflies are the shiznit.

After we got set up, we warmed up a quick batch of leftover stirfry and hit the sack. Sunday, we’ll actually look around and see what’s going on here.

 

Roadtrip Day 310


Roadtrip Day 310

5/13 Friday

Friday the 13th. Woulda been appropriate yesterday. Casual breaking of camp and heading back Northward. Planning to stop for the night back at Little Pee Dee then continuing on Saturday morning. Those brand new trailer breaks are squeaky-squeaky. Dialed them down some to avoid that.

Easy drive and quick setup at Little Pee Dee, obviously after their morning rain, given the puddles around the campsite, and all set now in case there’s afternoon rain. The deep, quiet woods here are nice. I wouldn’t hate a raucous afternoon T-storm. Could be a nice metaphor for clearing the decks and having a fresh start. The cost of that brake job really inflamed my sense of indignation. But it’s pleasant and quietly lovely here so I’ll try to zen.

Shower and a nap sounds like a good way to start the flow into this afternoon. Nice HOT showers here, thank the gawds of spacetime.

Moving into the yellow light of the evening. Not quite the golden hour that photographers love but close. This campsite faces into the dense, green woods. Very peaceful. Stirfry for dinner – pork, mushrooms, and spring onions. That hit the spot. Now I’m ready to ease down into early bedtime after my long nap this afternoon. Yesterday beat me down. Recuperating today.

 

Roadtrip Day 309


Roadtrip Day 309

5/12 Thursday

Good morning. So this morning is all about waiting to hear from the trailer repair shop. Crossed fingers.

Called them at noon when they hadn’t called us and it was time to check out of the motel. Went sightseeing. Saw the Angel Oak, possibly the oldest tree East of the Mississippi. Went to the beach and walked in the sand and surf. Called again at 2:30ish. Went for pizza. FINALLY heard back that they did indeed have all the parts and were working on it. Should be done today before 6. Lah-de-dah. Headed toward the area of Camping World, aka “the shop”, intending to visit a park when they called and said just about done come and get it. So we did.

If you think they fuck you at the drive-through, then you should do business with Camping World. If you want some lube for that dedicated ass fucking, you should bring your own cuz they’ll charge you more than you could afford for a little lubrication in addition to the anal penetration. $1100+ for a brake job. Drum brakes. One axle, two wheels.

My ass hurts. So does my head and wallet.

Quick setup at Francis Marion. Looking to scrounge some food, sleep, and then hit the road back North tomorrow. Dragging my abused ass along for the ride.