
When the fries are better then the burger!
The burger was juicy and very drippy. But the battered steak fries were to die for!
Made this for our first full day in camp in Hollister. Steak fries recipe to follow.
The burger was juicy and very drippy. But the battered steak fries were to die for!
Made this for our first full day in camp in Hollister. Steak fries recipe to follow.
We never made it to Lake Tahoe. The National Weather service had severe wind advisories in effect for the area we were to travel to. Beyond his fear of heights, Steve’s healthy fear of high winds had us re-thinking our ambitious plans to get to the Northwest.
As we explored our options, comparing driving and travel costs with park fees, it made the most sense to go back to a Thousand Trails park in California, and wait out the storm. Then head up north to Washington, Goal post #2.
That’s just what we did, but it wasn’t without a bit of driving peril. As we headed south down Nevada Hwy 95, hoping to have outrun the winds that were north of us, we ended up right back in the middle of the winds!
Troopers had just closed the highway and all “high profile” vehicles were diverted to a dirt lot, to sit and wait.
There’s a YouTube channel that we are addicted to, HappilyEverHanks , made by the most goofball couple ever about RV life. In a episode this past winter, they got caught in a wind storm and shared an app called Windy which shows real time and forecasted wind speed and directions. We’ve used this in the past and it seems pretty accurate.
We watched this app like a hawk while parked in this dirt lot on the side of the road with other RVs and lots of Semi Trucks. The thought of hanging out in this lot for the next several hours seemed daunting, especially with the wind rocking the RV.
I ran into the RV and did a hurry clean up, keeping the driver’s side slides closed, opening up just the couch side. Steve came in with the dogs and we all lunched and then napped the windy afternoon away.
At sunset, as the Windy app predicted, the winds died down and we were able to continue rounding the Sierra Nevadas.
We overnighted in Bakersfield, and woke up Easter morning to a beautiful 72° sunny morning. We hooked up after a delightful morning brunch and made our way north, back to Hollister.
Maple Dijon Ham
After a long drive day, we absolutely cheated our way through a holiday dinner.
A very long work day today. Very monotonous end of quarter administrative tasks choked out most of the day. Highlighted by a Toastmaster Zoom meeting and a client onboarding session.
Let me introduce you to my Toastmaster group and the integral role it plays in our RV life.
Toastmasters Hybrid Meeting circa 2020
I joined Toastmasters 5 years ago to improve my public speaking skills. At the time I was speaking on behalf of clients in various PR settings and felt they deserved a polished voice. I certainly achieved that goal and after 5 years of continuous work, I feel confident behind a mic, on a stage, or 1-on-1 with anyone. Toastmasters has a terrific curriculum, evaluation process and even speech contests. No matter where your speaking confidence is on the spectrum, there is an opportunity for you to grow. I certainly have.
About 6 months into Toastmasters, Parveen joined the club too. We quickly hit it off through our mutual love affair for life long learning. We both share high pursuits at work and play, and discovered that we enjoy how we critique each other toward improvement.
The first 3 years of Toastmasters stretched my comfort zone as I learned how to master the lectern in various settings. With Parveen in tow evaluating my professional presentations, I got better. I was in her tow too, evaluating her medical presentations. A true win-win and we were expanding our speaker platforms.
Then COVID hit.
COVID began the slow, and eventual death of social organizations and the sudden death of social gatherings. Speaking gigs stopped.
Toastmasters, like every organization on the planet, immediately moved to Zoom. Gone were the sideways glances and snickers to people in the room – and in came chat feeds. Or, for more personal chats, smartphone texting with others in the Zoom room.
The Brady Bunch square became our new stage. We began evaluating each other on our use of the Zoom screen as a substitute for the obligatory Stage Presence evaluation. This weekly, constant sharpening of the saw, made most of us phenomenal speakers in Zoom.
At work, I had started getting compliments on how I showed up in client Zoom meetings. Most people sit on their hands and don’t move. How boring! Get your point across more effectively by raising those hands to your face and into your Zoom screen.
The most important aspect, especially of late, was having our social club meet weekly. If for no other reason than a wellness check and to socialize. During COVID, those meetings fed the soul. During RV life, they keep me grounded and connected. I love you guys!
It just dawned on me, that I can go days without stepping outside. Not exactly highly unusual since I’ve always lived and worked under the same roof, even before it was COVID-cool.
Before COVID, I deliberately put events on the calendar to force myself to go outside and socialize. Puppy obedience school, doggy daycare, take human daughter to human school (aka college), get groceries, attend various networking events and once a week, date night with Steve and a day with Parveen.
COVID killed most of that, actually the entire list except groceries.
Now that we are on the road and Steve is taking a well-deserved hiatus from laborious work, he’s in charge of all the household errands including the laundry. Which leaves me virtually no reason to go outside – especially when its 40° out there! Brrrrrrr
Steve is a smoker. Always has been.
He’s somewhere between a habitual smoker and a chain smoker. For those of you who count this in packs, he’s a pack every other day. Since I don’t allow him to smoke inside our fancy new RV, he has to face whatever weather we are in if he wants to puff on his cancer sticks. As long as he’s out there for 4-6 minutes, say 8 times a day, I think its only fair that he lets one of the dogs tag along too. That just seems to be the frequency one of them needs to pee. Don’t you think?
But that now leaves me without any single good reason to go outside except my own personal need to smell the fresh air and stretch my legs.
I decided back in Vegas to take both a morning and evening walk with Puddin. That was working out great when it was 70° in the am. Today’s thermometer showed 40° while the coffee was brewing.
The new exercise goal can wait.