RV Life

We live in a "36-footer" as the fulltime RV'ers would say. It's not a diesel pusher, but it does have two slides. We're camping at a local RV park and I've got her plugged in: power, water, sewer and cable. Yee-Haw. Now all we have to do is pop a top on a nice cold one and sit back to watch our favorite TV shows, yep.

Nope! Seems our three dogs are keeping us pretty occupied. Susan and I have to monitor their behavior much more closely than in good ol' Montana. You know? We don't want anyone complaining about our rowdy dogs. But I do have to say that our three kids have been very well behaved, considering how traumatic the move down here was on them. They were sure they were going to die when we crammed them in the already overstuffed van and shipped them a thousand miles from the only home they've ever known. But they survived and they are now settling in to camping life!

So now we can kick back and relax...nope! Seems that extreme cold weather, both in Montana and now the Sierra Nevada mountains, isn't very good for motorhomes. You know, with freezing pipes, frozen water pumps, and the more than occasionally blown fuse, it seems that there is always something that we've had to work on. I thought that when I traded the house in for the RV that I would have less "house projects" to do.

But we are starting to get a handle on our rig, complete with all it's quirks. The things we can't fix will have to be done by a shop, but for now things are going alright, and with beer in hand, I think I'll settle in for some primetime TV. Cheers.

Erik

QUINCY

Whew, we're finally getting settled in.

Susan, the dogs and I are all in Quincy, California and we are getting used to life in an RV. Up 'til now it was just me in the 36 footer, but now with the five of us, it's a completely different experience. The dogs were traumatized, Susan couldn't handle the clutter and I had just lost my penthouse suite. But a week later and things are starting to feel like home.

Quincy is a cute little town in the Northern Sierra Nevada mountains. It's the county seat for Plumas Co. Plumas is the Spanish word for feather, and the Feather River canyon and scenic Feather River byway (HWY 70) serpentines its way up from the American Valley and Chico, CA to Quincy.

I settled here, solo, on December 16th and began my assignment at the local nursing home. My crew gave me a warm welcome and took me to the local diner for lunch. I was instantly infatuated with this town and it has only grown on me. It's like stepping back in time with it's greasy spoon diners, local bars and requisite Main Street. Plus it was Christmas and the whole town was decorated. There was a foot of snow on the ground too, which made me feel right at home!

We had hoped for a beach assignment to keep us warm this winter, but it's hard to complain when you live in the mountains. Quincy is a large alpine meadow or valley that is surrounded by mountains. Spanish Creek runs along side of town and there are several other, small communities nearby just waiting to be explored.

Susan is just as excited and now that we're getting settled in, I hope she'll start posting pictures and blog some more about our latest adventures.

Take care and we'll talk to you soon.

Erik