It was now September 11, 2013, and Rick and I had arrived at my sister’s home in the Tampa area after a hectic three and a half months of prepping and selling our home in Seattle, followed by a two week, 3212 mile journey kitty corner across country driving both of our cars, with our 11 ½ old Golden Retriever, Apollo, tolerantly abiding hours on end curled up in the back of one of our cars.
Here is some of what I learned during our cross country drive:
I actually CAN manage interstate freeways and highways at 85 mph plus on my own. I was usually following Rick who is a more aggressive driver than I. But, except for a few harrowing times when he pulled out to pass another car or truck and I was cut off by an even faster car coming up from behind, I kept up. A great feeling of accomplishment!
Dog the Bounty Hunter travels in a luxurious location van and can be found at rest stops near Missoula, MT.
I must never, ever again carry my keys in a pocket or in my hand to be put down and forgotten, not ever again. It may look dorky, but ever since losing all of my keys (Toyota, storage unit, car top carrier, and mailbox key) in Virginia City, MT, I carry my keys on a bracelet around my wrist ~ this is helpful especially since I live around water since the only way to lose my keys is to lose me, as well, falling into the water!
In my humble opinion, “Big Sky” Montana has less “Big Sky” but more silver and abandoned mines than the “Silver State”, Nevada.
Yellowstone Park and all of its surreal, spectacular natural beauty is actually one gigantic cone of a very active volcano. Hmmm.. just why do we think it’s not only a good idea but actually FUN to hang out at the top of a volcano? Because the breath-taking physical beauty is like nothing you will see anywhere else on earth and because the power of the forces at work on our great and wonderful Home Planet, Mother Earth, are nowhere more evident. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMowfwENZXA Me being chased by a geyser.
Old Faithful does not erupt with an explosive whoosh, as I had always imagined, but simply gurgles for a few minutes and then subsides. Old Faithful is far from one of the largest or most impressive geysers in Yellowstone, but it is, well, faithful ~ approximate time of each eruption is posted at the lodge ~ and, even more amazingly ~ the times are accurate!
In Yellowstone, bison always have right of way. These particular bison decided the road was a perfect place to relieve themselves.
Cody, WY is a delightful treasure of a western city, founded by Buffalo Bill Cody of the Wild West Show fame (early 20th century) and home to Buffalo Bill Center of the West, a well-designed, fun and fascinating historical museum (renowned in the museum world as one of the best) and several cafes that serve delicious espresso drinks. According to quotes displayed in the museum, Buffalo Bill was an early advocate of equal pay for equal work for both women and people of color.
Wyoming and Nebraska have way too many biting black flies and other nasty little buzzing creatures.
I had forgotten how many more bugs the East Coast has than the West Coast until we stopped at a rest stop in Tennessee. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJzk3Ye-0GE The engine like hum is actually Tennessee summer evening bugs and cicadas.
Anyway, we made it to Tampa on September 11th, exhilarated, exhausted and nervously anticipating the next steps in our great adventure.
Meanwhile, Sweetie, The Cat (aged 15), had been delivered to my sister, Linda’s home, in mid-August because we didn’t think any of us would survive a cross country trek with Sweetie in tow. My sister has a house full of cats and we figured she would be able to break Sweetie in easily.
Not exactly. From mid-August until we arrived in September, Queen Sweetie demanded ~ and received ~ her very own section of the house where she spent most of her day perched at the top of some mostly unused stairs, was fed separately and not really equally (Sweetie eats on demand and makes very unpleasant yowling sounds until her desires have been sated, whereas Linda’s cats are willing to accept one wet food meal in the morning and nibble on dry food the rest of the day), and even had her own litter box (occasionally hijacked by her nemesis, Jill.) On those rare occasions when she did interact with other cats, it was mostly hissing, spitting, biting, scratching and then muttering her way back to her perch.
When we arrived in mid-September, complete with large, noisy canine creature, Linda’s cats took one look, scattered and hid, while Sweetie arrogantly pranced up to her dog, nudged him and gleefully welcomed her people and her dog with great joy and a “so there” attitude. From that time until we finally left to live on the boat in mid-November, Sweetie lived mostly in our room, a room that Linda’s cats are always forbidden to enter, with tentative excursions out to eat, use the litter box, and hiss and mutter at the other cats.
Apollo spent his time on leash when he was inside the house, occasionally barking and lunging at any cat who decided to see what all the fuss was about. Over the course of two months, Linda’s cats, Apollo and Sweetie, did cautiously and slowly become accustomed to being around one another and an uneasy peace was established. This is my sister’s cat, Jack on Apollo’s blanket.
Apollo came with us whenever we left Tampa to work on the boat, whereas Sweetie was left at Linda’s house to cope as she could. By the time Linda brought Sweetie to live with us on the boat at Thanksgiving, Sweetie was mixing fairly well with all the other cats, including Jill, eating next to them and sharing couch, bed and lap space. Linda assures me that, while Sweetie may have been the most crotchety cat she’s ever had, they all take time to adjust and always squabble off and on.
And so, six months after our “First Contact”, Rick, Apollo, Sweetie and I are reunited in our new home onboard Kalliope. My greatest hope/fear had come true ~ the Kalliope was still available for purchase.
The days, weeks and months between our arrival in Florida on September 11th and move to the boat on November 20th … well, they have their own story…