North to Alaska

It did seem like a last minute decision to turn the coach north and head to Alaska, but that is what we did. Before leaving the Keys we did do all the planning and got all the material ready for an Alaskan trip and we had always said we were headed that way. We both thought that we would not be traveling that far this year.

But, the pull to the north was just too strong to resist and on Monday, 19th we crossed the Canadian border at Roosville, British Columbia and started the trek north. We thought that it might be a bad omen when it started to sleet. But that turned out to be just melting hail from a nearby thunderstorm. The first night brought is to Radium Hot Springs and to our surprise most all of the campgrounds were full. We did manage to find one that had some opening and then found out why. It was $63 a night, the most expensive campground that we had ever stayed in. Linda did remind Mike it was Canadian funds, so that with the discount it would only be a little over $61.00. We only wanted a place to park for the night and sleep. And who would want to swim in Radium anyway?

Jake and Linda at Bow Lake, Banff NP

The next day we had a magnificent drive through Kootenay, Banff and Jasper Canadian National Parks. We saw a lot of wildlife along the road and had beautiful vistas of glacier-capped mountains, lush valleys and ice blue lakes. The Ice Field Parkway is a wonderful drive if you ever have a chance to do it. That night we ended up in a Wal-Mart in Prince George, BC. We counted 23 other RV’s of all types “camped” there. Linda said that if we averaged the last two nights camping that it was only $31.00 a night.

The coach rolls 100,000 miles

The next day in Smithers, BC we hit a milestone. No, that is not something on the road. We turned a hundred thousand miles on the coach. Don’t they say that the first hundred is always the hardest? While we were there, Mike insisted on stopping and getting a picture, we took advantage of the “cheap” fuel. It was only $.96 a liter. That is just a hair over a quart, or $3.75 a gallon. We say cheap as we have seen it as high as $1.24 a liter. And that is diesel; gas is another dime a liter more.

Hyder, Alaska, not much there.

We made a decision earlier to by-pass the beginning of the Alaskan Highway and take the Cassiar Highway, Rt. 37, north to Watkins Lake. We made a slight detour off that and drove down to Stewart, BC and crossed over to Hyder, Alaska. Yes, we reach the southernmost town in Alaska in just three days. Fish Creek in Hyder attracts a large number of bears when the salmon are running. When we got there the salmon had just started up the day before and the bears had not found them yet. Other than the bears, Hyder does not offer much, so we did not stay. Besides we had already seen two bears on the road driving up.

Thursday we regretted our decision to drive the Cassiar. The first half (250 miles) was fine and was just resurfaced. The second half was horrible and in terrible shape. We hit bumps and ruts that jarred our teeth. We could not even look at the beautiful scenery because we had to continuously dodge the pavement breaks. When we finally hit the unpaved gravel section, it was a relief as it was much smoother than the paved portion. That relief was short lived though as we saw a cloud of dust behind us and that was inside the coach. Jake was totally stressed out and Linda kept telling him it was OK and that it would be better soon. We think it was today that he realized that we are going back to Alaska and not home. That night we “camped” in a pull out well off the road on a pretty lake just south of the Yukon border. We were all by ourselves and Jake could run free. Linda made Mike throw the ball for Jake until he dropped and that took a while. The next morning we were greeted by the plague of the north, hordes of mosquitoes. Mike made a quick retreat back to the coach and yelled to Jake to get it done, he was on his own.

Black Bear before Jake chased it off.

Just as after we pulled out there was a bear on the other side of the lake we camped on. It was right along the side of the road and we were able to stop and get some photos. Now Jake has always been kind of a wuss. Mike had the side window open and Jake saw the bear. He gave it a couple of his big dog barks and the bear ran off. That did not do much for the bear photos, but it did certainly help Jake’s self esteem; he was so proud. Now we do not have worry about bears anymore, we got us a bear dog!

Whoopee!

The weather really got bad as we turned back south near Whitehorse and started over the Chilkoot Pass to Skagway. We had rain showers off and on all day, but now it was raining continuously and the fog restricted visibility at times to only 100 feet. This is a beautiful drive when the weather is nice, but not today. We pulled into Skagway on Friday night, tired and exhausted from the drive. It is a nice little town, when it is not raining. We are going to bed early and to get ready to catch the ferry early tomorrow morning (5:30 AM check in) to Juneau and Sitka.

This is a little different that what we planned when we started. Our original plan was to go up to Dawson City in the Yukon and cross the border there and go to Eagle and Chicken, Alaska. The problem is that the road was washed out last week, killing one person and stranding others for days. We will check on the road condition on our way out to see if they have it repaired. Dawson City has always been one of our favorite stops on these trips.

As always cell service and internet has been a problem this week. We are hoping that now that we are in Alaska it will be better, at least the cell service. Wi-Fi hotspots are hard to find and free ones even harder. If you have written or called, be patient, we are not ignoring you on purpose. We hope that you all have had a fine week.


Take care, Love,

Linda, Jake (Bear Dog) and the Fat Man

Jake is now the Dude!

Big Sky Country

We are in the Big Sky Country of the Great State of Montana. We came out of Yellowstone and headed up US 287 to the Madison River Valley. We passed Hebgen Lake, a man made lake from the Hebgen Dam Project. Following that we ran into the most God-awful place that we had seen in a long time. A small lake had drowned out all the trees and the whole mountain was scarred. We thought it was another dam project gone bad, but it turned out to be earthquake damage. There was a huge earthquake in 1959, the 4th worst in US history. One side of Hebgen Lake dropped 20 feet and it created a 35-foot wave that overflowed the dam. Everyone though the dam had burst. That earthquake also caused a landslide that bought one whole side of the mountain down and the debris rolled half way up the other side. That dammed up the Madison River at this point and created Earthquake Lake. Thankfully this is a lightly populated area, but it still stranded hundreds of people and killed scores. The amount of material that slide of that mountain to create this dam is calculated to be ten times the amount used to create Hoover Dam.

Further down the valley we stayed in the town of Ennis. The river valley here was carved long ago by glaciers and it over 20 miles across surrounded by huge snow capped mountain peaks. The river is king here and Ennis is one of the fly-fishing capitals of America. Also along the river are numerous rafting and kayaking companies. Our group stayed dry, except for the libation.

We enjoyed a day trip over the western mountains to the old mining towns of Virginia and Nevada Cities. Adler Gulch created a boom with placer gold discovered in the 1860’s and once had 35,000 people living along its banks. Nevada City is a ghost town now, but still has an operating inn, bakery and saloon. Virginia City now has few hundred residents but continues in the 1800’s motif. Both are worth a visit if you are in the area. We also did a day trip over the other side of the mountains to Big Sky Ski Resort and had a wonderful lunch at the top of the mountain at the beautiful Moonlight Peak Resort.

The highlight of our Montana trip had to be our stop in Helena. It is the state capitol and a beautiful little town. We stayed at our first “free” campsite at the local Wal-Mart. That free night cost us over $1000 in prescriptions, groceries and miscellaneous junk we put into our cart as we toured the store, not once but three times.

The highlight of Helena however was not our Wal-Mart experience, but dinner that night with Suzanne Bessette. Suzanne’s whole family dived with us all over the world for many years. We watched Suzanne grow from her early elementary school days. She is now a practicing environmental attorney in Helena working with wind power issues. We had not seen Suzanne for almost 15 years and it was wonderful to catch up on what has been going on in her and her sister Jeannine’s lives. Jeannine is just finishing a master degree in Landscape Architecture at the University of Michigan. Suzanne says that she will be returning to her hometown of Ann Arbor and take the Michigan Bar exam. If you know of anyone who is looking for professional help, we can highly recommend both of these ultra intelligent, highly experienced ladies.

Our next stop on our way north was Glacier National Park. Here we drove the Going to the Sun Road, the backcountry dirt roads and experienced the bike paths. All were wonderful and offered fantastic and varied views of this national gem. Many of the peaks still support glaciers and the valley walls are steep and deep. The glacial runoff produces clear turquoise lakes. Mule deer roamed our campground as well as all along the road. On one bike trip we had a brown bear cub only about 50 feet off the trail. Of course we did not have a camera. We were a bit concerned about where its mother was, so we did not disturb it and continued on our way. In the high mountain passes, we saw a number of mountain goats and even one big horn sheep in a construction area. The park was extremely busy, but we still really enjoyed it.

We all know that it is a women’s prerogative to change her mind. After issuing orders last week, that the coach would turn around at Glacier and head back south, the General now says, “North to Alaska, Let’s go, Let’s go, Let’s go.” So tomorrow morning (Monday, July 18th) we will cross the Canadian border head towards the Alcan Highway on our way to Alaska. We have no internet or cell service now and we are not sure when we will get this message out. We will not have any cell service in Canada and we will there for about 8 days to two weeks. We are going to Dawson City in the Yukon Territory before we hit Alaska. We do hope to have some internet service along the way taking advantage of Wi-Fi hotspots. If you need to get a hold of us, please try first by e-mail and if unsuccessful please call Jim Richards at Rec Diving, 248-549-0303 and he might be able to get a hold of us with a computer call.

We hope that you have all had a wonderful week. We have more photos of Montana posted at: http://picasaweb.google.com/kohutcorp.

Take care, Love,

Linda, Jake and the Fat

PS We have not told Jake yet that we are driving another 3000 miles north.

Heading North

The fantastic scenery continues as we head north. Our first stop was in the town of Montrose. From there we visited the Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park. It is an amazing canyon with extremely steep walls of solid rock. Next we went to Grand Junction where we toured the orchard areas near Palisade on top of the Grand Butte. We were told to try the peach ice cream and were not disappointed. Also in GJ is the Colorado National Monument. We did not expect much as we thought it was just another large butte. We were very pleasantly surprised to find large canyons of multicolored rock. The 25-mile ride along the rim is spectacular and we would highly recommend it to anyone that is in the area.

We exited Colorado via route 139 and went through Vernal, Utah up to the Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area on Utah-Wyoming border. The Flaming Gorge Reservoir was created by damming the Green River. It is a beautiful place and we had a campsite in the national forest overlooking the lake. From there we moved over to Bear Lake on the Utah-Idaho border. It is a very large lake formed by an earthquake. The multi hued blue colors reminded us of the Great Lakes, although much smaller.

From Bear Lake we drove north on US 89 up the Snake River Valley to Jackson, WY, Grand Teton National Park and finally to Yellowstone National Park. Yellowstone is by far the gem of the NPS. We have visited before, but never in July. Yes, it was crowed. Every room was booked and all the campgrounds filled by early afternoon. We were lucky to be able to stay three nights without reservations. We drove over all the ring roads taking in the sights. The wildlife was abundant, especially bison or buffaloes. We were also lucky enough to see a brown bear with two cubs and two different black bears. Elk and mule deer were also abundant, but we did not see any moose.

Problems the last two weeks? Well, we did have a couple. Leaving the campground in Grand Teton NP we had a close encounter with a wooden post. It won. Fortunately there was not much damage to the coach and it did not affect anything on the coach. Frank and Linda were very lucky as a part on the tow bar that connects their car to their motorhome failed as they were exiting an expressway. The safety chains held and they suffered only minor damage to the plastic bumper on their car and none to their motorhome. It also happened just as we were leaving Grand Junction. We found a replacement hitch on Craig’s List. A couple hours and less than a C note later, they were back in business.

We are now in Montana where we said good-bye to Frank and Linda. They are now slowly on their way back to Pittsburgh. Before they left we surprised Linda with an impromptu birthday party. We will continue our way north. The Coach Captain would still like to drive to Alaska, but the General has overruled him and said that we will stay in the lower 48 for the rest of the summer.

We hope that you all have had a wonderful 4th of July and are enjoying some beautiful summer weather. We have more photos of Colorado and the Yellowstone Area posted at: http://picasaweb.google.com/kohutcorp. We also have had very limited internet connections. While we do love to hear from you we do ask that you limit your messages and please do not include any large attachments.

Take care, Love,

Linda, Jake and the Fat Man

Rocky Mountain High

We have been over a mile high for the past two weeks as we crossed southern Colorado. The highest we have been was to the top of Pikes Peak when we hit 14,110 feet. And yes, we could really feel the effects of the altitude. No, we did not hike up, we rode the cog train. We were joined by our good friends Ed and Carol Christini who drove down from Ft Collins for the weekend. Ed was President of Scuba Schools International and Carol owns an insurance agency that insures scuba businesses nationally. It was great to see them again and we had a wonderful visit.

From Colorado Springs we moved to Manitou Springs where we visited the Garden of the Gods and the Air Force Academy. Manitou Springs is a beautiful little town. Then we started to drive west through the mountains to the town of Cripple Creek at over 10,000 feet. Cripple Creek is the most productive gold mining area of Colorado. As the gold mining started to slow, new gold was found in the form of casinos. If you want to donate to the casino fund, this would be the place for you, but beware the altitude may affect your judgment.

Next we crossed over the Wilkerson Pass with a beautiful view of the Collegiate Mountains. We camped in Buena Vista on the headwaters of the Arkansas River. This is a white water kayaking and rafting heaven. No, we did not try; it looked a little too scary for some members of our group. We did take a side trip to Leadville and tried to find some records from Mike’s grandfather, who naturalized here in the early 1900’s. We were unsuccessful, but did like the town. We would recommend lunch at the Silver Dollar Saloon, in business since 1879.

We also made a side trip to Aspen and had lunch at the famous Woody Creek Tavern in the village of Woody Creek north of Aspen. There we were joined by an old friend, Bill Carlson. Bill and Mike used to work together from 1970-75 at the Oakland County Health Department. They spent a few hours catching up over a wonderful lunch.

Colorado is covered with mines and old mining towns that have long ago gone bust. One of the ones we visited was Vicksburg, where residents maintain their families’ old log cabins for use as summer camps. On the way back we followed an old railroad grade that went through a number of old one way tunnels carved out of the rock.

Colorado is also the 4 wheeling capital. We bought books and maps and stocked our Jeep with safety equipment and radios so that we could participate. Our first foray was on the Hagerman Pass Road. It is a forest service road that runs over the pass at 11,925 feet. It is dirt and in most places almost a full two lanes wide. To get over the pass you obviously have to climb a mountain. That seemed to be a problem with the riders in back seat that were crying and puking as they looked over the side down the mountain. We never did make the top and had to turn around at a trailhead parking area. The powers to be then made a rule of no 4 wheeling on dirt roads, only on paved ones. We next crossed over Independence Pass which is 12,095, on our way to Aspen on the paved highway number 82. The back seat then voted that we had to stay on only paved roads with guardrails. Anyone want to buy a very lightly used, well-equipped Jeep Wrangler?

We continued to drive west to Gunnison, where we did a side trip to the ski resort of Crested Butte. We are now in Ridgway. It is the end of our drive into Southwest Colorado; from here we will turn the coach north towards Alaska. No, we have not made up our mind yet whether we will go to Alaska or not.

From Ridgway we had a number of wonderful side trips. The mountain scenery of Colorado is absolutely breathtaking. We visited Ouray, where we wanted to stay, but was booked for the 4th of July. Ouray is called little Switzerland, as it is built in the bottom of a very narrow mountain valley. We drove the Million Dollar Highway to Silverton. It is the terminus of the Durango and Silverton railroad and it is a pretty neat old west town. We also went to Telluride, the famous ski resort town. They offered free gondola rides to the top of the mountain which we took advantage of. Our final visit was to the old mining town of Ophir. Ophir had a population of 9600 in 1881. It now has about 96 people.

Problems the last two weeks? In Colorado Springs we were able to find a garage that specialized in air conditioning and after two visits was able to fix our dash a/c problem. At least it has worked for a week and a half, a new coach record. Both coaches overheated coming over Wilkerson Pass, 9500 feet. Knowing we had higher passes to cross, we both had the radiators steamed cleaned in Buena Vista. But again they only cleaned the outside which was easy to reach, not the inside under the coach. The results? We both heated up again crossing the Monarch Pass, 11,312, but not as bad as before.

And how is Jake enjoying the trip? When the coach is stopped he loves it, especially if he gets to meet new friends. He still is not a happy camper when we move. Fortunately for him most of our trips are less then a couple of hours.

We hope that your past week as was nice as ours. We would like to wish you all a very Happy 4th of July.

Take care, Love,

Linda, Jake and the Fat Man

And Linda and Frank Archer, our traveling companions

Pikes Peak or Bust

Well we made it to Pikes Peak or at least close to it in Colorado Springs. We can see the mountain from our campground, the Wrangler RV Ranch in Colorado Springs. Let all visions of horses and cowboys vanish from your mind, we are in a dumpy trailer park at the north end of airport next to Peterson Air Force base. And no, we did not bust, but we sure did break, getting here.

For those of you that like to hear the tales of woe, here it goes. We left last Saturday after loading up the coach. The heat index was well over 100 and we both felt like sweat balls. Our new $2,000 air conditioning repair worked like a champ. If you are ever in the area, there are very few campgrounds between Fort Pierce and Orlando along the Florida Turnpike. Our search took us twenty miles off the turnpike to a place that was closed. We parked the coach in the middle of a big field that had an electric plug. Someone wandered by and said watch out for the alligators with that dog, they have gotten two already this month. That is all that Linda needed to hear. Needless to say she was not very comfortable staying, but it was late and there was no other choice.

We left early the next morning after Jake walked in the middle of the field, but nowhere near the water. It took about three minutes to realize that our $2K A/C repair had failed. That was OK, we started the generator and ran the two roof top house air conditioners and the coach kept cool. Did we mention that now it was close to 100 degrees outside? That night the main house unit started tripping off the circuit breaker. The next day it quit and would not restart. The rear unit alone was not enough to keep us cool, and it was hot. We found a garage near Pensacola that said they could repair the unit the next day, so we stopped and “camped” in their driveway. They did have an electric plug and we could run the rear A/C unit, so it was not too bad.

They were on it first thing in the morning and by noon we were on our way, both the dash air and the house air working. The coach was lighter now that we left $750 with them to clean out a spider web that was shorting out the main A/C unit and to fix a leak and recharge the dash air system that we had fixed at home. We made it to the other side of Baton Rouge before we stopped. We had hoped to have some of that fine Cajun cooking, but there was no place to eat near the place we stopped. The next morning we were on the road again early, but it was already hot. It took about two minutes to realize that the dash air had failed again. But at least both house A/C units were working and we certainly needed it as we sat in 100 degree heat in Dallas rush hour traffic. We stopped that night in the middle of nowhere between Dallas and Amarillo, TX.

Mike shut down the generator and plugged in the power cord and the main A/C unit was dead. We were not too worried about the night as the rear one will cool the bedroom. We tried to make arrangements with a mobile mechanic to repair it, but found that when we started our generator again, the A/C worked. It turned out it was a bad plug at the campground that was our problem. Wednesday we were running northwest through Texas.

After leaving Amarillo and hitting the most desolate stretch that we had seen so far, the truck started to overheat. It was fine going downhill, but every time we started up a hill the temperature climbed to close to 220 degrees. Our motor has an automatic system which shuts it down if it gets a little hotter than that. We slowed down to 45-50 mph and made it into the only town along the route at 5:30 PM. Like an oasis there was a sign that said Peterbuilt truck service. Mike knew what the problem was. The radiator is in back of the engine instead of in front like a car and it gets dirty and plugged up from the road grim. It has to be degreased and steam pressure cleaned. We had a lot bigger hills and mountains to climb, so it had to be done before we could go on. They were still open so Mike went in. We were hoping that they would be able to get to us the next morning, but were not looking forward to “camping” in this dirt and mud lot next to a cattle yard. To our surprise they told Mike to drive around back and they would blow it out now as best as they could before they closed at 6:00 PM.

At six we were back on the road with a clean radiator and drove to New Mexico where we camped at 6200 feet. The coach ran well with no overheating. We got out of the coach and it was 70 degrees, the coolest weather we have felt since last April; and it felt good. That night we slept without any air conditioning and it was actually cool enough to pull on a blanket.

Friday we drove from New Mexico to Colorado Springs and experienced out first full day without any new truck problems. Of course it was only a short drive. To say it was a long and tiring trip would be an understatement. Linda said it felt like we were in the coach for five months, not five days. Needless to say there was some tension. We both were starting to wonder what we were doing traveling in a hot box instead of enjoying our beautiful air conditioned home in the Keys.

Now we do not want to paint too negative of a picture. We had some highlights along the way. Sunday we stopped on St. George Island near Apalachicola, FL and visited with our friends, Rick and Cindy Alexander. They have a house right on the beach and we parked the coach next to it. They knew that we like oysters and had bought a half a bushel for dinner that night. We had oysters on the half shell and on the grill cooked all different and wonderful ways. We had a great time visiting with the Rick and Cindy again. Rick and Mike even got to exchange birthday greetings. Linda and Jake had some wonderful long walks along their beautiful dog friendly beach, some say the prettiest in all of Florida.

Monday we stopped at the Wray Ranch to visit Jennifer Wray. Jennifer is the breeder that we got Jake from five years ago. Jake got to see and play with three of his brothers and one of his sisters. They all had a ball. Linda has been worried that Jake was getting too heavy. As it turns out he was the lightest of them all. One of his brothers weighs 115 pounds and has a head like a small bear.

We spoke earlier of the Peterbuilt truck repair shop in Dalhart, TX. Not only did they get us in and take care of our problem a half hour before they closed, but they also did not charge us to do it. He had the perfect opportunity to put it to a gringo. Needless to say we left him a nice tip. We also met the friendliest family that owned and ran the little in town campground in Capulin, NM. The grounds were spotless and they really made us feel welcomed after a long hard day on the road. We sent a note to the campground in Texas with the bad electrical connection and got a reply from the owner with a very sincere apology and an offer of a free night of camping. This is indeed a great country and it is the people that make it that way.

When we arrived in Colorado Springs, we were met by our friends Frank and Linda Archer. Frank and Linda live in Pittsburgh and spend part of the winter at our house camping in their motorhome. They are now going to join us for part of our summer adventure.

We hope that your week had fewer problems than ours did. We really feel the problems and marathon days of driving are now behind us and the fun times are ready to begin. Until next time, take care.

With Love,

Linda, Jake and the Fat Man

Where are the Kohuts?

We are camped at what we consider one of the prettiest places in the world. It is a little island off the beaten path in the Florida Keys. We are right on the water and have our own private dock and campsite. The name of this magical place is Big Torch Key. Yes, that is the island we live on and yes we are still at home.

We finally got the air conditioning on the motorhome fixed on Wednesday and then had to have some work done to our wiring harness on Thursday. When they finished Thursday and started to take the coach out for a test drive the brakes failed. It failed in their yard and no damage was done. As it turns out a brake line had corroded and leaked out all of the brake fluid. It if it had not happened there, it would probably have happened the first time that we tried to make an emergency stop. If that had happened, we probably would not be sitting here telling you a pleasant story. One of the mechanics at the garage said that the air conditioning problem, probably just saved our lives. Thanks to all of you that have sent good thought and prayers our way. They are working.

Friday evening we picked up the coach with new brake lines. We are happy to report the brakes work well, the air conditioning mediocre. We started to load and make ready the coach for departure. We hope to finish this morning and get on the road this afternoon if all goes well. If all does not go well, Sunday morning. Our first stop will be Apalachicola which will take us a day and half to get to. From there it is on to Colorado, which we expect to make by next Friday.

We hope that you enjoy riding with us this summer as much as we enjoy having you. Write when you can, but please take us off your joke list as we will be picking up e-mails infrequently and do not want to over load our mailbox. And please, minimize the attachments. Our cell phone is in the coach and we normally do not carry it, so you might have to leave a message. We have an AT&T phone, so for those of you with AT&T it is a free call. We also have free nights and weekends for you others.

We hope that you all have a great summer, we think that we will.
Take care, Love


Linda, Jake and the Fat Man

On the Road Again

Well we are pretty excited about this year’s summer adventure. We decided instead of boating this summer we are going to take the motorhome and head towards Alaska. We say head towards, not to Alaska, because we do not know if we are going to get there or not. We are going to tow our Jeep Wrangler this year and plan to do some “off roading” in the Rocky Mountains to start with. You all are probably saying, “we didn’t know you were into 4 wheeling”. Well, we are not. We have never done it before, but we thought that we would give it a shot. If all goes well, we will spend the whole summer out west doing it. If it does not go well, we will then point the coach north and head up the Alaskan Highway. Either way, we should have a wonderful summer and have many stories to tell. We set the departure date for this wonderful adventure as May 30th.

The Jeep is ready and Trail Rated, we don't know if we are.

Each year we start out our summer with a tale of woe of something going wrong on the motorhome; the brakes locking up (4 times), the water leaking out of the coach (3 times), the sewer leaking (3 times) and the air conditioning failing (4 times). This year? Well we did not even get a chance to leave. In fact we still have not left. Our air conditioner failed at the end of last year and we elected to wait until spring to have it repaired. We took it in for service on May 10th and told the mechanic that there was no rush (big mistake). He let it set for over a week before even starting on it. We told him it was just a Freon leak. That turned out not to be the case and he said the compressor was leaking and shot. It took a while to order a new one and to get it replaced. That was all done last week, just in time for our planned departure. Everything tested out perfect, no leaks, perfect pressures, everything. We just had one small problem; it would not cool. After working again all week on it replacing more parts, the mechanic thinks one of the new parts he replaced is wrong. It is too small and he ordered a new one. But, it will not be here until Tuesday. So our new departure date is sometime next week, who knows when. To those of you that we said we were going to meet along the way this or next week, we are sorry, but we are not going to make it.

On the plus side we are home. We have everything ready to go, so there is no work to do. We are just relaxing and waiting. The sunsets have been beautiful and our Royal Poinsettia tree is in full bloom. It is the first time we have seen it like that as it normally blooms after we leave. If we have to be broke down, this is the best place to have it happen.

We hope that you all had a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend. We will get back in touch when we get on the road, hopefully this week. Our first planned stop is Apalachicola in the Florida Panhandle. We want to eat some oysters before the oil spill spoils them. Speaking of eating; Mike’s goal each summer is to not come back home over 300 pounds. This year his goal is to get down under 300 pounds before he gets back. Jake has also put on some weight, so we do have to ask, if we visit, please do not feed, Jake or the Fat Man.

Take care, Love,

Linda, Jake and the Fat Man