My first day on the road and it was a later start than I hoped. I tossed around a bit last night thinking of things I needed to do. Load the fridge and turn off the house fridge and lodge poles to keep the doors open. The water heater needed to be turned down and the thought of hoping to leave by 8am, because at 9am some folks were coming out to see the house.
Well, at nine, a few cars drove by while it rained aa I was trying to load up the Casita. Finally by 9:30 I was loading the canoe on the truck and looking back and saying good bye to the house and the neighborhood. It was a great place to live and most of all, very quiet.
So, the happenings this week were, the photographer coming out on Wednesday, taking the rest of the photos for the interior shots for the listing. He loved the house and thought it would be a great find for someone.
I took Tuesday and sanitized the Casita water tank and the lines.
I planned to head up into the high country north of Dolores, Colorado. It’s an area I’ve always liked, but having worked in the Lizard Head Wilderness never got to look it all over. So, I start my journey, near familiar grounds. That is where I write this now and find no internet signal even with a booster antenna.
From here? Who knows?
I think Charles Kuralt said it best. “….to see what’s around the next bend in the road.”
Last Monday, I finally told my neighbor my plans to move. He had no idea and never saw the realtor sign. We cracked a couple of beers and talked over the times we’ve fished together and other fish stories. Hey, we’re fishermen of a certain age, and yes, we tell tales of the fish we’ve caught and the rivers and lakes fished. I remember a plaque I saw up in Hayward, Wisconsin that said something like; Fishermen never remember all the fish they’ve caught but they do remember the rivers and lakes they’ve fished.
Greg and I have fished the small streams of the high country, leap frogging up the stream. We have met up at trailheads and hiked down into canyons to camp and fish the famous rivers for some fun times.
Now we’ll have to email the fun places we’ve seen of late, and maybe swap stories of the new streams, rivers, and lakes we’ve each hit, via this blog.
All of this reminds me that I learned to flyfish on the Animas River my first year in Durango. I’d wanted to learn ever since I saw my neighbor where I grew up, casting a fly rod in his front yard. Also, watching the flyfishing the Curt Gowdy show “American Sportsman.” I watched it religiously when they had a fishing segment.
My last day.
To the internal feelings of the road, I felt good getting on the road and had to remind myself that this is my life now. Some sadness hit me as I went out the old roads that I may not see for a while. I can always return, and will to empty out the storage unit.
This first day had rain in the forecast and looks threatening now. But the next three or four days look clear. I may stay here through the weekend and move on.
I did eat up a lot of gas, so I may need to head south with the truck for a fill up.
Since I’m out of cell range and internet I’ll report the days as they come.
It did rain most of the evening and got cold. I turned on the heater and had my sleeping bag for extra warmth.
This is the first morning in about a month that was real leisurely. Woke at 6:30 and turned on the radio to NPR and lounged until 7:30 when I got up and made tea. Afterwards I went out to set up the solar panels to charge up the battery. Many clouds and the solar charging meter only read a +0.1 watts. Still cloudy with a few breaks when I set up the chair and let Geordie run around. He’s a dog in a scratch and sniff factory, nose to ground and going this way and that. Then he brought me all the sticks he could find.
There I sat with a wild dog and drinking a full mug of tea and shooting a few photos of the breaks in clouds.
Thinking about last night I have to admit I was worried about where to go next. Part of me wanted to get out of the area and to new territory in the morning. Now this morning I’m fine sitting where I am for a few days waiting for some great mountain sunshine. Then off north…somewhere?
This day started with the thought of moving down south to catch up online and cell coverage.
I didn’t really want to move but a few emotions kept coming up through the day. Mostly it was the feeling of missing a call from the realtor on an offer and a feeling of limbo regarding the sale.
I normally wouldn’t think twice about being out of touch but the house is that big elephant sitting out there. I kept thinking, with my normal Friday posts, that being out of touch would be no big deal for a week.
Today was a real slug-like day. I took a few short walks with Geordie but no photo taking of note.
I did look over maps and I kept coming up with the desire to get out of Colorado and familiar territory. Living in the Four Corners, there are only a few roads out and I’ve taken them numerous times that it feels old and tired to take them again. Now the plan is to move west into Utah. Every way I looked to go north just seemed like a chore. So I’ll head to the mountains of Utah and spend most of September moving slowly and hopefully in full contact with the internet until the realtor sends me good news.