X-Stitch: To Everything There is a Season

Thursday, 27 September

I’d love to live where there are two seasons year round — spring and fall.  These are my favorite seasons.  I don’t much care for summer; I don’t handle heat well — especially if it is humid.  I don’t like to be cold either, but if I had to pick between winter and summer, the cold season would win hands down.

With this cross-stitch project, I didn’t have to pick one season over another — the entire year was represented.  What I really liked about it was that the scene in the foreground changed, while the background remained fairly static with some seasonal variety to show the passage of time.

Blast from the Past: A Boat Named Erin

Ike Week 2008

I promised Mui that I would empty out my file cabinet this week so that he can wrap it up for storage.  Yes; he’s still hot and heavy into packing up anything that he can get his hands on.

Anyway, here’s a small painting my friend MBZ sent me a while back.  I can’t draw a stick figure … let alone paint a picture.  I admire people who have that artistic skill.

Painted Ike Week 2008

Vanity Plates: Thy Name is Two to Travel

Saturday, September 22

With apologies to Shakespeare … his line, “Frailty, thy name is woman” is often misquoted as “Vanity, thy name is woman,” so I hope he doesn’t mind another misquote.

We’ve always lived in states that required both front and rear license plates on our vehicles.  So, when we transferred our vehicle registrations to Florida and received our new license plates, we were a little taken aback that only rear plates were provided.  That’s all the state requires.

The Phaeton and the CR-V both felt a little naked without a front plate.  What to do?  Well, we decided to get some fun vanity plates made, and we went all out and used a couple of our favorite travel photos for custom backgrounds.

Dressed up and ready to hit the road.

Here’s a closer look …

This plate represents our travels in the US …

… and this one represents our non-Phaeton international travels.

Camping at Bull Run

Thursday, 13 September — Monday, 17 September

Nothing like returning from a trip one night and going camping the next night.  Bad planning?  Not really; we had a raincheck for the campground at Bull Run Regional Park (BRRP) and wanted to use it before our next big non-Phaeton trip — a family visit in October.  So, we returned from our domiciling trip to Florida Wednesday night and headed over to BRRP after work the next day.

While we were busy the entire time we were camping, we didn’t do anything particularly exciting.  Nor did I take many photos.  So, I am going to do one combo-post to cover all four days.

Site 109 is a spacious 50A FHU site; it is one of the more level sites in the loop.

We left the house Thursday around 3:30p, picked up the motorhome, and drove to BRRP.  By 6:00p, we were settled in site 109 in the FHU loop ($41.50/night + tax) and off to dinner at Carrabba’s Italian Grill.

The company I work for gives each employee a $25 allowance at Christmas to purchase any gift card of our choice.  I had opted to get one for Carrabba’s, because there’s a restaurant on our way to and from Bull Run.  I figured we’d easily find occasion to use it.  Hah!  I never thought it would be nine months before the card finally saw the light of day.

We both wanted something light, so we ordered off the Cucina Casuale (casual kitchen) menu.  We were very pleased with our choices — a cup of sausage and lentil soup (spicy) and an Italian cobb salad with salmon instead of chicken for Mui; a caprese panini with chicken for me.  Delish!  We came home with a yummy tiramisu; portioned out, it took care of our dessert needs for a couple of nights ;-) … aren’t we being good!

The Cucina Casuale menu has some light fare that is quite tasty.
[photo snip courtesy of the carrabba’s website]

Friday was a work day for me; and a busy one at that with two proposals due in the afternoon.  Mui worked on projects around the motorhome; several of them blog worthy, so I will write about them separately as mods to our Phaeton.

He also took care of a section of the driver’s side window that has had a broken seal for a while.  Our plan was to get it replaced in Red Bay, but with several inches of water collected between the panes, and droplets of moisture obscuring his vision enough to create a hazard, he decided to take action now.  He managed to shatter the outer pane to bits and remove it without damaging the inner pane.  Don’t ask me how he did it; I was busy with a proposal at the time — which is probably why he did it when he did it … he knew what my reaction would be.  Anyway, the glass safely removed, he ran a bead of silicone around the rim, and used his glass scraper to eliminate the calcium buildup on the remaining pane.  Doesn’t look pretty perhaps, but at least he can see out the window now.  Sorry; no photos.

Saturday and Sunday found us doing things around the motorhome.  The weather was chilly enough to warrant sweatshirts and windbreaks when we went out to ride our trikes several times each day.  The mid-day temp both days warmed up nicely from the mid-50F (12-13C) range at 6:00a to about 71F (22C).  Although Saturday did eventually get up to 78F (26C) for a short while, Sunday’s high only reached around 73F (23C).  No complaints; we love these temps.

Mui set up the screen shelter and I spent most of both days out there, processing photos in order to publish the blog posts for our Florida trip.  I also found time to do a couple of loads of laundry and read a long-forgotten book that I had started when we went to the Smokies last April.

We each have our own workspaces; and they both allow us to enjoy being outside.

As for Mui … he continued his mod projects, and also installed front and rear lights on the trikes, and set up the bike stand he bought recently to be able to do maintenance on the trikes once we get on the road.

Mui just loves tinkering with the trikes!

It was a great weekend; our only complaint was the loud music filtering over to us from the KORUS (Korean-US) Festival at the Special Events Center Saturday night.  We ended up closing all the windows, but unfortunately that wasn’t sufficient to keep out the singing that often sounded like someone was strangling a cat!  Luckily, the performances ended by the time I went to bed at 10:00p.

Strapping on the trash and recycling bags, Mui goes for a combo trash run/trike ride.

At BRRP, check-out is at 11:00a, but $10 buys you time until 7:00p — what a deal!  This gave us another full day at the campground on Monday.  It was a work day for me, and though it wasn’t as busy as Friday, there was plenty to keep me at my computer inside the coach most of the day.  The temp was only 51F (11C) at the start of the day and barely got up to 65F (18C) by noon, so I didn’t mind being inside as much as I might have had the temps been conducive to sitting outside.

Mui bucket-washed both the toad and the coach before taking off to have lunch with his friend and former boss.  By the time he returned, it was quitting time for me.  Debating between just chilling or taking one last trike ride before packing up the coach, we opted for the latter.  It’s been nice not to have to unfold and set up the trikes every time we want to go for a ride.  Mui set them up on Saturday, and we’ve been leaving them out overnight, chained to the wheel of the Phaeton.  Each run we did this weekend was about 5 miles (8 km), so we put about 25-30 miles (40-48 km) on the trikes.  Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.

At just before 6:00p, we left the campground.  After putting the coach back in storage, we headed home.

The countdown to retirement is progressing at lightning speed.  There’s a lot to do between now and then, not to mention our upcoming trip to Turkey.  It’s doubtful that we will have an opportunity to take the Phaeton out camping again before we get on the road in December.  But that doesn’t necessarily mean no posts until then; I have all the mods Mui did this weekend to write about.  Stay tuned.

How We Became Floridians … Officially

Wednesday, 12 September
high Temp: 76F (24C)

Today was the day!  Today, we completed the domiciling requirements to officially become Florida residents.

Most of this post deals with the domiciling process, and the whys and wherefores of our decision to make Florida our state of residency.  If you’re not interested in this information, you can skip to the end where I’ll wrap up our trip to Florida.

Mui had done quite a bit of research to determine which retiree- and RVer-friendly state would work best for us, and we had settled on South Dakota initially.  We’d gone so far as to determine that we’d be using Alternative Resources as our mail forwarding service; had been in touch with them to understand the domiciling process; and had booked United Airlines (UA) award tickets to Sioux Falls for Sep 9-12.

Then, a small wrinkle appeared that would have cost us a good chunk of money.  I won’t get into details except to say that it had to do with SD’s sales tax requirements and the fact that our motorhome was purchased in Oregon and remained registered in that state.  When it became apparent that Florida did not have the same sales tax requirements if you’ve owned your motorhome for six months or more, the decision to switch from SD to FL became a no-brainer.

At about the time Mui was re-checking his facts, I went into our UA flight reservations to figure out what it would take to change our itinerary from Sioux Falls to somewhere in Florida.  Clicking the wrong button, I accidentally canceled my reservation — oh sh*t!  There was a notation on the reservation to contact UA anyway, so I immediately called the 800 number for help.  A very friendly and efficient agent thanked me for calling and said she needed to find us another way to get to Sioux Falls as the flight we’d booked was no longer operating.  We took this as an omen that becoming SD residents was not in the cards for us … yeah, grasping at straws perhaps; but it worked out :-)

That UA had discontinued the flight meant we could cancel Mui’s reservation as well and re-book to FL at no cost to ourselves; even our award miles were re-deposited into our accounts without a fee.  Of course, before we could re-book, we had to figure our where to base ourselves in FL.

The next step after we changed direction from north to south was to find a company in FL that would give us a “residential address” as well as provide mail forwarding services.  Having already looked at options, Mui had a short list from which he selected American Home Base, a Pensacola-based company that provides services not just to RVers, but to boaters, as well as the military and State Department.

With that settled, we turned our attention to making travel arrangements for Pensacola.  There were plenty of UA award seats available and they were on non-stop flights!  Of course, that was when we had the bright idea to add the prior weekend to our itinerary so that we could enjoy some R&R in the sunshine state.

What we didn’t know at the time was that the Florida Tax Collector’s Office (aka, the DMV) would be doing a computer system upgrade that weekend and their offices would be closed Monday and Tuesday.  But, that too worked in our favor — since we managed to get quite a bit of the domiciling process completed before our trip to Pensacola, we gained some additional R&R days.  When a phone call to the Navy Lodge on NAS Pensacola resulted in reasonably-priced beachside accommodations, we knew our decision to domicile in Florida was the right one :-)))

We’ll be heading to Florida when we get on the road in December, so we could have waited to take care of all this domiciling work then, but the Phaeton’s Oregon registration renewal, which required an emissions inspection, was due September 12.  That speeded things up for us.

In early August, armed with information from the AHB website, as well as consultations with Tena, our contact there, the next step was to formally establish our relationship with the company.  That gave us the “residential address” we needed to proceed with our domiciling plans, as well as the POB address for our mail.

Opting to have AHB handle the vehicle registrations on our behalf, we completed the paperwork and sent it to them along with the necessary county registration fees.  AHB charged us a per vehicle handling fee, which Mui felt was well worth it.  Within 10 days, we had our FL license plates in hand.

Next step was to file a declaration of domicile with the Escambia County Courthouse.  AHB provided the necessary forms.  We completed one form for each of us and sent the forms to the courthouse along with a $10/person check.  The registered forms were returned to our Florida address, and were two of the pieces of mail we picked up on Monday.

And that brings us to the final step, which we completed today.

Getting our FL driver’s licenses was the one step that required our physical presence here.  As recommended, Mui contacted the DMV ahead of time to schedule appointments to minimize our wait time.  That was when we found out about the office closure on the 10th and 11th of September, meaning we’d be doing this last step on the last day of our trip to FL.  The scheduler assured Mui that all we needed was ½-hour to complete the process and gave us the first appointments of the day at 8:00a, thus allaying our concerns about any conflicts with our late-afternoon flight back to DC.

The DMV was as good as its word.  Arriving shortly before it opened at 8:00a, we were the only two with appointments and were called up ahead of everyone else that was in line.  We went up to the “greeter” window where our names were registered; those without appointments followed and were also registered there (they received buzzers similar to those given out at restaurants).

We were then each called to a window (the Escambia County DMV has a lot of windows and works very efficiently; we were very impressed).  We provided our US passports and social security cards as proof of ID.  In addition, we needed two proofs of address — we used the Florida vehicle titles as one form of proof, and self-certified our address as the second proof by using a form that we downloaded from the DMV’s website.

Turning in our Virginia DLs, we answered a few questions, did the brief eye exam, and voilà — we were done.  Included in the half hour we spent at the DMV was voter registration, which is optional.  We took advantage of the convenience of taking care of it there and then.  We received our DLs immediately; the voter registration confirmations will be sent to our mailing address in a couple of weeks.

And so, you can call us Floridians now!

Open-mouthed smile Open-mouthed smile Open-mouthed smile Open-mouthed smile

Now to wrap up our FL trip …

It was a bit warmer, not to mention more humid when we woke up this morning.  And overcast with no sign of blue skies.  Taking it as a sign that FL was trying to make it easy for us to leave behind all that we’d been enjoying these past few days, we ate a quick breakfast on the balcony and prepared for the day ahead.

With an 8:00a appointment to take care of business, we skipped our morning walk on the beach.  Returning to NAS Pensacola just before 10:00a, we were escorted on base by the Blue Angels, who were running one of their less-frequent Wednesday practice sessions.  How nice of them to welcome these brand new Floridians to their — and now, our — home city ;-)

Cheating with a photo of the Blue Angels from yesterday; I didn’t have my camera with me today.

Despite the overcast and wind, one last walk on the beach was in order.  We would have enjoyed ourselves more had the wind not sandblasted us so hard.  Despite the angry waves crashing ashore, Mui went for one last dip before we returned to the room to have lunch on the balcony — a Kashi frozen entrée of roasted garlic chicken farfalle; it wasn’t half bad.  We had requested a courtesy late check-out, so we had some time to relax in the room until 1:00p (there’s a $37 charge if you want to stay in the room longer).

Mui does his good deed for the day, pulling a tarp out of the surf.

There I go getting wet again!

We arrived at the airport shortly before 2:00p.  Rather than going through security immediately, we got ourselves a couple of scoops of ice cream at Varona’s Restaurant, which netted us a table with a view of the runway and a blazing hot wi-fi connection to browse the web and kill some time until our 4:43p departure.

These three murals at Varona’s have more of a Miami vibe than a Pensacola vibe.

Our US Air flight was delayed about 30 minutes.  While waiting to board the CRJ 200, Mui asked the gate agent if the exit row seats were still available.  They were!  I imagine that no one wanted to pay the additional $25/seat for a two-hour flight.  By asking for them at the last minute, we got the seats for free.  It doesn’t always work out like this, but who are we to question our luck :-)

Delayed slightly, flight 2354 is being prepared for departure.

We were wheels up at 5:05p for an uneventful flight that found Mui whiling away the time with a magazine.  I used the time to draft today’s blog post.

Farewell for now, Florida; we’ll be back!

Although we landed a little early at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, it took us a while to make our way across the tarmac to our parking spot in front of maintenance hangar at the far end.  By the time we boarded the shuttle for the ride to the main terminal and got to the metro station it was past 9:00p.  Even with switching metro lines to get home, it took us less time to get there than it did for us to get out of the airport … that’s a good thing and worth $3.50/person for the 40-minute ride.

Now to get ready for our camping trip to Bull Run Regional Park … which starts tomorrow :-)

Our Best Day in Pensacola

Tuesday, September 11
High Temp: 84F (29C); low humidity

Without a doubt this was our best day in Pensacola.  Not just because the weather was simply gorgeous, but also because of the treats we had in store for us.  In yesterday’s post, I mentioned that we had two special events that we were looking forward to.  Well, it turns out that our afternoon outing made for a perfect trifecta.

An afternoon outing to Fort Pickens (Tent/camera markers) makes for a perfect trifecta.
The fork & knife marker shows the location of McGuire’s Irish Pub, where we had lunch.

We woke up to another beautiful, low-humidity day.  I don’t know how we got so lucky with the weather, but we’re not questioning it … just enjoying it while it lasts.  The early morning temp was warmer than yesterday; no need for sweaters for our on-the-balcony breakfast.  An added advantage to the cooler temps has been that the A/C that was working constantly below us has stopped droning on and we can actually hear the birds chirping in the treeline.

Around 7:30a, we headed off for a walk on the beach.  Again, the biting black flies were non-existent.  Perhaps the sudden cooling of the temps has something to do with their disappearance.  As long as they’re not pestering us, that’s what matters :-)

Another gorgeous day on the beach!

After Mui took a quick dip in the ocean, we didn’t return to the room as usual.  Instead, we headed to the deck of the Chiefs’ Club a little further down the beach for our first treat of the day — the weekly practice session of the Navy’s elite flight demonstration squadron — the Blue Angels.  The schedule said the show would start at 8:30a, but it was shortly after 9:00a that we heard the unmistakable rumble of the jets taking off from the runway.  No problem, we managed to entertain ourselves while we waited.

The Chiefs sure know how to treat themselves right!

Mui’s got his camera set up; let’s get the show rolling.

We’d been told we could watch the show from the beach, but that the best views would be from the lighthouse or the bleachers at the museum.  Since I didn’t have proper footwear to climb the lighthouse, that was out.  We didn’t want to give up our beach time on this short trip, so we nixed going to the bleachers.  Besides, we didn’t have the proper camera equipment with us anyway.  We got an eyeful during the flyovers, but missed out on the low-flying aerobatics this time.  Next time, it will be a different story.

(In addition to the photos I took — which aren’t half bad considering they were taken with a P&S that has a shutter lag and I had to crop them a bit — I’m posting a short video that Mui took with his P&S camera.)

Formed in 1946, today’s Blue Angels fly the F/A-18 Hornets.

The planes started out with four of them flying the diamond formation and two of them flying solo.  At one point, one of the solos came out of nowhere, flying upside down and buzzing us so close I felt like I could reach out and touch the plane.  I swear the pilot was laughing at how he managed to startle us :-)  Eventually all six of the aircraft joined up for the finale, which was quite a sight to see as they flew by the lighthouse.

This is the Blue Angel that scared the you-know-what out of us when it flew
low over our position on the beach.

Folks, don’t try the diamond formation maneuver at home!
It sure looks like they’re flying within inches of each other.

The people watching from the lighthouse get a thrill.

The Solos join the Diamond Formation to perform maneuvers in the Delta Formation.

A 1½-minute video of the Blue Angels’ 45-minute practice session.

It was especially moving to watch the Blue Angels on this date — September 11; a day that we shall not forget.  If there were other remembrance ceremonies elsewhere on base, we did not hear about them, but someone did say there was a moment of silence before the F/A 18s took off from the runway this morning.

We returned to our room around 10:30a and relaxed on the balcony until it was time to drive downtown to meet up at noon with Chuck and Anneke (Goldenshoe RV Trip) at McGuire’s Irish Pub on Gregory Street.

No imbibery or debauchery, but we feasted well today.

We arrived a few minutes early and were seated in a booth not far from the on-premise brewery.  Although we left our name with the hostess, Chuck and Anneke were seated elsewhere when they arrived.  We had Chuck’s cell phone, though, and after a quick call, they were led back to our booth.  As other bloggers and RVers will all attest, there was no awkward getting to know you time.  The conversation and camaraderie was instantaneous, and the laughter was spontaneous — the food was really good, too.

And yes, Paul and Marti; if your ears were ringing … your names did come up once or twice :-)

Collage from the McGuire’s menu explains the genesis of the 18¢ Senate Bean Soup and
the story of the dollar bills that cover the ceilings of the various rooms at McGuire’s.

We ordered a round of McGuire’s exceptionally good Senate Bean Soup — at 18¢ a cup, a bargain that can’t be had anywhere else, including in the US Senate dining room.  The “naked” fish and chips that Mui and I opted for as our entrées was not only very tasty, but since the fish was chargrilled instead of battered and deep-fried, it was also better for us … just overlook the fact that the “chips” were fried and simply too good to be left on the plate; as was the homemade slaw :-)

Nothing like being seated under a
million dollars in $1 bills!

If the smiles are anything to go by,
we all enjoyed this get together.

Thanks to Chuck and Anneke’s recommendation, we now have another favorite restaurant in Pensacola.  We will return — if for no other reason than to have some of McGuire’s “lucky chocolate brownie a la mode.”  The story goes that it is baked daily based on the recipe of their former kitchen manager, who won $3.5 million in the Florida lottery in 1991.  Perhaps a little bit of her luck will rub off on us :-)

When we drove out to Pensacola Beach on Saturday, the road to Fort Pickens was closed in the aftermath of Hurricane Isaac.  After Gail (of Gypsy Turtles fame) left a comment about how much they enjoyed their stay there, I checked the National Park Service website for more info.  Lo and behold, the road was due to open today!  Well, that clinched it for our afternoon plans.  Crossing first the Pensacola Bay Bridge to Gulf Breeze, and then paying the $1 toll on the Bob Sikes Bridge (aka Pensacola Beach Bridge), we crossed over to Santa Rosa and headed to the western tip of the island.

Fort Pickens is not only the largest of the four forts built to defend Pensacola Bay in the 1830s, but it has a great campground that can accommodate big rigs.  Since the ranger-led tour of the fort was already well underway when we arrived at the gate, we opted to check out the campground first.

Map of the Fort Pickens area shows the layout of the batteries and the campground.
[courtesy of the NPS website]

Picking up a map — and more importantly, a listing showing the length of each site — we headed off to the campground to figure out which of the sites would work best for us.  We found plenty.  We hope to return to the area early next year, either before or after our appointment at the Tiffin factory in Red Bay, Alabama.

From the campground, we drove over to the fort.  The extensive grounds begged for a ranger-led tour to really understand what we were seeing.  We will need things to do when we return anyway, so we didn’t dally long this time — at least not around the fortifications; the beach is a different story.

Batteries Cullum and Sevier date back to the late 1890s.

Glimpse of the ramparts of Fort Pickens.

Battery Langdon was Fort Pickett’s most powerful gun emplacement; it dates back to 1923.

Parking the car at Battery Langdon, we could not resist walking across the street to the beach.  Oh wow!  Simply spectacular.  Now there’s no doubt we’ll be coming back.  It might be a little too chilly to swim in January or February, but I can see long, long beach walks in our future.

How can Two to Travel resist a photo op on this gorgeous beach?  They can’t!

Reminded of the beaches of Cancun, Mexico, Mui simply could not resist a dip in the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico.  That he didn’t have swimwear with him was not a deterrent; his quick-dry trekking shorts served nicely as swim trunks.  As for me; well I just played in the shallows.  You don't believe me ... just check out the video that follows the still shots.

Those trekking shorts sure make nice swim trunks.

Yes, that’s Mui out there on the sandbar.
Having swum out there, he’s decided to go for a walk in the waves …

… while I make do with a walk in the waves coming ashore.
yes, I got a bit wet; but it was so much fun.

A 59-second video shows I have a playful side to my nature!

Regretfully, our play-time on the beach had to come to an end.  On the return drive, spying a Hershey shop at the fishing pier on Pensacola Beach, we stopped for a sweet treat before finally heading back to the lodge.  We would have walked out to the end of the pier, but there was a $1.25/person fee to just walk on.  These fees have never made sense to me, so I refuse to pay up.

We enjoy our ice cream in view of Pensacola Beach.

Back in our room, we had dinner on the balcony again.  On the menu was another frozen entrée — golden crusted whitefish with steamed green beans and brown rice in a cheesy Chardonnay sauce.  I wouldn’t buy these frozen dinners to eat at home, but they served nicely for our self-catered meals here at the lodge.

All set to have another al fresco dinner on our balcony.

What we’re eating isn’t nearly as important as where we’re eating it :-)

This time Mother Nature cooperated with my plans for taking sunset photos.  While Mui did the dishes (thank you, Mui), I ran down to the beach to catch the glorious colors that filled the sky and painted the sand along the shoreline.

At 7:04p ...

... At 7:07p ...

… and the grand finale at 7:09p.

On my way back to the room, I finally got my chance to photograph a ghost crab.  It was well camouflaged until I almost stepped on it and sent it scurrying across the access path.  The poor thing wasn’t near a burrow, so it went dead-still … probably thinking I wouldn’t see it if it wasn’t moving.  Well, I probably would have missed it entirely except for the little flashlight I had with me; it provided just enough light for me to capture a photo.

The name "ghost crab" derives from the Crab’s nocturnality and its pale coloration.

What a great last day of fun in the sun this was.  We’ll have some free time tomorrow, but our priority will be getting our driver’s licenses and officially becoming Florida residents.