Tuesday, May 14, 2013

BRRP: Sofa Out; Desk In

The sun is out and there are plenty of blue patches in the sky — now.  It’s nice summer weather.  That wasn’t the case for most of the day.  It’s nearly 4:30p, however, and we’re much too relaxed to be thinking of doing anything but sitting inside our screened shelter, reading and blogging, and just plain lazing about.  We don’t do this often enough, so we figure we deserve to do it for at least one day.

That we woke up to skies thick with grey clouds didn’t stop us from going for a walk around the campground before breakfast, or eating our meal al fresco when we returned.  While Mui took care of a few chores on his to-do list, I read through a portion of my blog list, and then went for another campground walk.

One chore Mui took care of was to secure the step ladder we keep inside — useful when I need to reach into the overhead cabinets and Mui isn’t around to lend me his superior height.  We found the ideal space for the ladder between the shower and the vanity, but there was a small problem — a 3” high wood block in the rear half of the narrow slot.  So, Mui cut a matching piece, painted it, and placed it next to the existing block to make a level surface.  Then, using a couple of screw eyes he created a means to secure the ladder in place with a bungee cord.  Don’t need that thing flying about when we’re in motion!

While I’m at it, let me show you something Mui took care of earlier this year.  When looking for places to store things around the motorhome, one needs to think outside the box.  Mui’s good at that — too good sometimes.  Anyway, we needed a place to store our Swiffer wet mop.  What better place than in the shower, a place that gets used just for a short bit of time each day.  One of those command strip removable hooks did the trick for this simple project.  Not once has the Swiffer popped off the hook when we’re tooling down the road.

You might recall that earlier this year we bought a rug for the living area.  Once we determined that we liked the way it looked in the Phaeton, we ordered a twin for the dining/kitchen area.  We’ve been rolling them up individually and storing them under the dining room chairs when we’re in motion.  We no longer have to worry about two separate rolls.  Using single-sided carpet seam tape, Mui turned the two rugs into one.  And while we were at it — yes, I helped — we added some Rhino Grip non-slip rug strips to keep the rug in place on the ceramic tile it sits on.  Now we have our own “yellow brick road” — OK, multi-colored rug path — leading us through the coach.

With the chores on Mui’s list checked off, we decided to go for another walk.  This time we headed in the direction of the park’s entrance to repeat the walk I did yesterday.  We should have heeded the near-continuous thunder booming in the distance and delayed for a while.  The rain held off until we returned to the coach, so we didn’t get wet — but only because we heeded the ever-darkening skies and gathering storm clouds and cut our walk short.  Oh well, it was time for lunch anyway.

Since we didn’t do anything remotely newsworthy today, how about I regale you with one of Mui’s projects from earlier this year instead.  This was something we knew we would be doing at some point, but the timing was moved up when we sold the house in April.  Living in a condo with no workshop or garage, Mui had no choice but to get this one done sooner rather than later.

Some of you might have noticed in the picture above that we no longer have two sleeper sofas in the living room.  That’s because we removed the driver-side sofa to make room for a proper desk for me.

This reno idea was not in anticipation of any consulting work that might come my way once we become fulltimers — although it would come in handy if that were to happen.  I do all the accounting and other paperwork-driven stuff now, and anticipate continuing to do so when we’re on the road.  As well, I much prefer my desktop iMac for photo processing, and intend to take it on the road.  Besides, I like working at a desk with everything at my fingertips.

At first, we were going to have a custom desk installed in Red Bay, Alabama — the birthplace of our coach.  Then, I had the bright idea of using the desk in my home office.  With the bookcase that sits atop it removed, it was the perfect size to fit into the spot occupied by the sofa.  Sure it was a creamy white color, but that could easily be remedied with a coat or two of paint.  My only real concern was the weight — it weighed a ton (or so it seemed).  Well, no sooner did I pick up my end of the sofa we were taking out of the coach that those concerns were put to rest.  The sleeper weighed two tons (or so it seemed).

Phaeton Desk Project Maneuvering the sofa out of the Phaeton.

It took some strong arming to get the sofa out the door, but we managed to do so after we removed the arms and the back.

Getting the sofa home was a piece of cake.  The bits and pieces fit into the trunk of the Highlander nicely.  (Yes, Mui — I’m glad you convinced me to get the Highlander instead of the Prius!)

Next came the process of dismantling the desk to take it down to the garage to be painted.  Like I said, it weighed a ton (or seemed like it did), and there was no way we could manhandle it down three floors.  Luckily, it was all held together with lots of screws, and there was no need to bring out the saw.  Soon, amid the donations and sale items that were piled up in the garage as we packed and downsized for our move to the condo, Mui was busy sanding and painting the desk parts.

And from these bits and pieces, the desk got put back together in a matter of a couple of hours (in situ at the coach).  Of course, before Mui could do that he had to wait a week or so for the paint to cure.

A little shorter and a little narrower than the sofa it replaced, the desk makes our already spacious living area seem even more so.  Secured to the floor of the slide with L-brackets, the desk ain’t going anywhere when we’re on the move.  Mui also came up with the means to secure the chair in place with a couple of screw eyes on the sides of the desk and bungee cords running across.  (Forgot to take a picture of that; sorry.)

I got to use the desk for the first time a few weeks ago, and again this weekend.  I’m thrilled to have a place from which to write many-a long blog posts.  (Oh no, they say, as a collective groan issues from the readers.)

As to what happened to the sleeper sofa — it’s in my home office, and it matches the rug perfectly!  We’ll probably put it in storage when we go on the road.  You never know; we may change our minds at some point and want to put it back in.  As for the bookcase that used to sit on top of the desk … Mui cut off the backboard, added a custom top and a couple of stubby legs, and voilĂ  — a credenza was born.  Waste not, want not!

I’ll try to have a more interesting blog post tomorrow.  We have plans to do something fun — provided the weather doesn’t turn soggy too early in the day.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Spooky Happenings at Rock Island, West Cork

We took heart from the fact that they continued loading the lorries onto the ferry, as we waited in the terminal building and sipped the dreadful coffee from the vending machine. It was touch and go whether the ferry would sail, as a big storm was blowing in, although we had been told that it rarely fails to sail, unlike the regular car ferries.





Finally car drivers and passengers were called to their cars - all seven of them! We were using the overnight ferry, which transports the commercial vehicles to Dublin, rather than the usual car ferry. We had used it before and found it a really nice way to travel - no screaming children, clean cabins, simple food, a reasonable night's sleep. The lorry drivers made great company, their main aim being to have a meal, a drink, and then get their heads down.




Fastnet Lighthouse, opposite Rock Island

Not my image.





The weather was wild. We had scarcely left the docks before you could feel the force of the wind, it didn't put us off supper though. We treated ourselves to a couple of large brandies - medicinal purposes - and then retired to the cabin as the call to breakfast would come early the next morning.





What a night that was. Luckily neither of us has a problem with sea-sickness, unlike lots of other unfortunate folk that night. The boat rocked and rolled so much that at times I was sure I would be flung from my bunk, belongings rolled around the cabins, and doors would suddenly fly open and then just as suddenly close themselves again as the ship righted. It was a roller coaster ride and I have to admit that I really enjoyed it.





Not many people made it to breakfast with us the next morning. When we handed our cabin key to the Purser we asked about the wind and she told us it had been a Force 9 gale!





We disembarked at Dublin and enjoyed a wonderfully easy drive through Dublin in the dark of a winter's morning as we made our way down to West Cork. One of our very favourite holiday destinations, especially during winter. George was perfectly fine, but I discovered that I felt as though I was still on the ferry with the floor rising and falling. It persisted for a couple of days. Preferable to being seasick though!




Amazing views, very comfortable surroundings!

Borrowed image.





Our destination was Rock Island, near Crookhaven. We had booked to stay in a wonderful building which used to be a lighthouse keeper's cottage. This building had had a makeover though. A huge glass and steel construction was placed on top of the original building, giving breathtakingly beautiful views in three directions, including a wonderful view of Fastnet lighthouse across the sea.





The whole of the upper floor was one large room, incorporating a kitchen area. The sleeping accommodation, bathroom and laundry were downstairs, in the original cottage.





That first night we were tired, we had driven from coast to coast in England to reach the ferry and then driven the length of Ireland. I awoke to the sound of either a pebble, or a marble, being dropped onto a hard floor and then rolling around. This went on, and on, very odd. I fell asleep again and presumably it stopped. This continued happening but only at night. It stopped whenever I woke George, to get his opinion on what it could be. Eventually I got cross and told whatever it was to stop it, as I wanted to sleep. It stopped!





A few days before the end of our holiday I had to nip to the loo in the middle of the night. I didn't bother to put any lights on, left George sleeping and made my way to the bathroom which was located at the end of a pretty long hallway. I had just got into the room when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. I thought it was George and told him not to come in as I was already in there.





When I got back to bed I gave George a poke, to tell him that the bathroom was free. He was not best pleased as he had been fast asleep and hadn't been out of bed....





For our remaining nights there I would put on every light I could when I took a trip to the bathroom in the middle of the night. There were no more mysterious footsteps, I am happy to say.





Would I recommend the holiday house - absolutely! It has one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen, constantly changing, never dull, especially on stormy days when the waves crash onto shore. It is a wonderful place.




Crookhaven Lighthouse, a stunningly beautiful place to stay.

Borrowed image.





The tiny hamlet of Crookhaven is packed out in the holiday season with yachts and sailing boats. In winter it is a haven of peace and delightful company. O'Sullivan's Pub serves fabulous chowder and delicious seafood, according to what has been caught. The landlord and his wife are charming hosts, their greetings are as warm as the fire they keep.




Crookhaven harbour and O'Sullivans Bar

Borrowed image.





West Cork is a marvellous place, the scenery is very beautiful, the people are charming. The roads (in autumn and winter) are quiet. We met some wonderful people and were made very welcome. We holidayed there three times that year, it was that good. If it were not for the complications of animals, family and grandchildren we would be back there like a shot!

Monday, May 6, 2013

Chinatown Lights


Night Lights, originally uploaded by ParsecTraveller.

While exploring the shops in Chinatown, San Francisco, this one stood out due to its huge collection of lights and lanterns.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Burrough Hill

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Led by me, with Barry, Gordon, Maureen and Eddie. Sunny, but chilly wind. Muddy underfoot in places. Quite hilly, with 641 feet of ascent in all. Good views, but not crystal clear. Around 7 miles.








We can see for miles and miles . . .




We set off from Burrough Hill Car Park, between Somerby and Burrough on the Hill. It costs £2.50 to park, but there are decent toilets, and a picnic area too.



I decided this walk was going to be a "save the best till last" walk, and after a couple of hundred yards along the farm road we took the first path signed to the right, down across some rather muddy fields, passing a farmhouse on our right. We continued to follow the marked path. It can get a bit confusing around here as there are lots of yellow posts!



With the help of the map we avoided the temptation of the Dalby Hills walk thorugh the woods, and struck out downhill across a field towards Burrough Road, a very quiet narrow lane. We joined it just after a farmhouse, turning right towards Little Dalby.








Soon after this splendid wall and path, and a sign to Treedale, the road bends to the right, and there is a sign marked "Jubilee Way" . This is our route, across a field, and then joining a muddy track uphill.





It passes the other end of the Dalby Hills Path woods, and climbs steeply, eventually reaching a 56-step staircase (Thanks, Eddie) which emerges through more trees to a ridge. At this point rather than follow the direction of the path over muddy fields we wend our way successfully along the edges, picking up our markers and following them through a swampy section, over a bridge and then up to a narrow path between houses into the village of Somerby.



Time for our break on a convenient bench near the Stilton Cheese pub. We decide to keep the walk fairly short, since it's been fairly muddy and hilly. So, through Somerby we go, and pick up the path just after the junction with Field Road. The path goes left and crosses a field before reaching a disused gravel pit area. The path skirts this and is then well marked most of the way to Burrough on the Hill.



The path we want is in the far right corner of the churchyard, and we soon catch sight of Burrough Hill itself, looking quite something from this angle. The path is clear - there are a couple of possible routes here and we take the right hand one.



A steep pull to the top of this Iron Age hill-fort, and we can enjoy the huge view from the toposcope. Then it's a wander over to the trig point further over, and we're ready to head back to the car park.



Leicester University has been excavating sections of this hill, and studying their finds. More info here.







A grand day out.



For more pics and details of the last time I did this walk (almost the same route, though not quite - see here.
of walk

Monday, April 29, 2013

Frustrating Computer Problem


It has been a while since I rode the "Trace". Don't think that I had ridden to Malvern this season! Beautiful day for a bike ride. Sunny, 80, some wind.
I needed the ride. Had been getting frustrated with my computer network. It was just not working right, specially since installing the router and satellite modem. I finally found a solution. The network here is a peer-peer network (as opposed to Server-client network). The configuration file on my XP Pro computer showed the mode to be peer-peer. BUT, the mode needs to be "mixed", "unknown" or other - specifically NOT peer-peer. Once I changed the registry - problem solved. Go figure. You gotta "love" Microsoft.
BTW - Today topped over 1400 miles for the year.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

A Busy Week Ahead

Miss Thing will be gone all week to a church camp in the North Carolina mountains. I'm going to work like a fiend to get her room painted, her school books ordered, and her school year planned.
So....looks like my week off will be all about her anyway. So what else is new?
And do I need to say that she did NOT want to have her picture taken?

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Kadunce River Gorge


































Did you know that there are canyons in Minnesota that could qualify as slot canyons, similar to those found in the southwestern United States? Well, here is one! Sure, it's not a super-skinny slot that you have to squeeze sideways to get through it, but I think it's narrow enough and deep enough to qualify. This is on the Kadunce River just north of Grand Marais, MN not far upstream from Highway 61. There are many wonders to explore on this beautiful little river. I think I could spend the whole day photographing just the first mile of river upstream from Lake Superior. It is a magical canyon wonderland, in an area where you would least expect it! When you start out on the trailhead from Highway 61 you would never guess that this deep gorge is just a short walk away.