Summer’s here, and we are plus-1 with the dash-2*!
Things do get a bit crowded in a fifth wheel when you add a third person — especially when that third person is 6′ 2″, weighs about 210 lbs, and brings three bags with him. We. are. full. Just don’t ask me how things are going with our teensy little RV fridge. OMG, the food.
But… an extra pair of hands is a handy thing to have, and we’re making our son work to earn his summer’s worth of travel, adventure, and oh yeah, having mom make his meals and do his laundry again. He’ll be with us until he goes back to school in August for his sophomore year at UT-Austin.
We intercepted him in Chicago after his 32-hour train ride from Texas, and then spent two loooong days on the road before stopping here at the F.E. Warren Fam Camp for two nights to catch up on laundry, cleaning, refueling, and grocery shopping. Have I mentioned the food it takes to keep this boy alive?
We won’t get to spend time seeing the sights here in Cheyenne, due to a reservation in Utah that starts tomorrow. We did, however, go for a long, leg-stretching walk around one of the oldest parts of the base, which is widely rumored to be haunted. Glad I didn’t read about that before we went for our walk at twilight, and wish I hadn’t read it until after we were done sleeping here — or trying to.
Next stop: Northern Utah for some hiking time!
*For those who don’t speak military: dependents have numerical codes. 30 for spouse, -1, -2, -3 etc. for children by birth order. Dane is our -2.
I wasn’t going to put all our home improvement photos on the blog because they don’t have anything to do with RV travel or living. But…
I’m stinkin’ proud of what we did, even though I whined nearly constantly about having to do it, and
It’s all part of Owning Less. Once this house is sold, we will own no property other than what we’re rolling around in, and both the BFT and The Toad are paid for.
(Confused about why we’re selling another house? That story is here, with a little more here, plus some NSFW ranting about it here.)
It took us
7 weeks (out of a planned 4, and a hopeful 2)
more than 60 trips to big box and locally-owned home improvement/hardware stores
help from nearly a dozen friends who loaned us tools, garage space, sweat equity, and/or their grown sons who were eager to work for some summer cash (all three former Boy Scouts, and friends to our boys when we lived here)
and I don’t even know how many hours of our own labor. A million, maybe. We didn’t take many days off.
Witness the transformation of our 1912 Craftsman-style bungalow. She’s beautiful, and awaiting new owners to enjoy not just her charms, but also the best neighborhood we’ve ever lived in — and we’re a retired military family, so there’ve been lots.
Befores are on the left; afters on the right.
Full list of what we did:
Replaced cedar shingles on west side of house
Had shingles painted on all 4 sides, plus trim, front porch, and front door
Refurbished back deck, front porch, and garage doors
Replaced rotting framing on 3 windows and above garage doors
Repainted garage interior, and several ceilings inside house
Had kitchen flooring replaced
Repaired HVAC disconnect switch
Refreshed mulch beds on 3 sides of house
Repaired cracks in plaster walls in living and dining rooms
Fixed like a hundred other pesky small things, like busted outlet covers, cabinet door hardware, window screens, etc., etc., etc.
Sacrifices to the cause:
1 pair of sneakers
2 pairs of jeans
1 pair of fitness capris
Also, a bird pooped on me on Mother’s Day, and our dog died.
I could have done with a little. less. character building.
Interested in the house? Of course you are. At the very least, we know you want to see the asking price because everybody wants to know the asking price, so visit our real estate listing here. (The virtual tour wasn’t available as of this posting, so check back again soon if you want to see photos of the interior.)
Tomorrow, we roll. First stop: Northern Virginia for a few days, to visit with Air Force, Marine, and Navy friends from prior duty stations. After that, it’s westward ho, with a stop in Chicago on Friday to pick up our younger son for the remainder of our summer travels!