Still Nomading Canada
Sixteen August 2018 – A little before 0700, sitting in this quiet Whitehorse, Yukon RV park, collecting a few thoughts and additions for this “RV Nomading – A Quiet RV Morning” Blog before the circus begins.
Quiet hours end at seven, the show kicks off in a few minutes. Early risers will be out unlimbering their horses (RVs and trailers) from their electrical and water umbilical cords. They’ll re-wash their windscreens and retract their pullouts. Somewhere in between the coffee will be made, consumed and dishes cleaned up and put away.
Then half the hoard of RVers will slowly begin to trickle out of the park as quiet as they can. Others, won’t be so quiet. Off to a new road trip, a new RV park, and a new set of experiences.
Our RV prep. will begin as soon as I put down this quill……keyboard!
Until then, here are a few more notes.
RVing reminds me of “Jumping TOC” (Tactical Operations Center) in the military. When in the field, units would have to move their camps every 24-48 hours or so, just so they could not be pinpointed by the enemy and destroyed by artillery fire. This was always painful, it consumed a lot of time and a lot of resources to tear the camp down, prep for movement and reestablish the entire camp a few miles away. When traveling by RV, it’s kind of the same.
I guess the trick is to hang out in one location for a few days/weeks, This way it’s not so cumbersome. But, as we’re headed home, we’re more into the mileage than the sights. By now, ten days into traveling, we’re pretty proficient with set-up and tear down, just like when we were soldiers. Practice makes…..better….perfection isn’t to be obtained.
But, we’re learning more and more about how to enjoy ourselves and each other in very tight quarters. Even the cats are starting to find their comfort places.
The British Columbia forest fires are quite prevalent this season. Smoke along the roads, the camps, and whisking through the mountain valleys obscures everything. In certain spots, the roads have taken on a magical allure with vanishing hills and trees and rivers, that suddenly re-emerge from the mist just around the next bend. While the smoke is irritating the throat and eyes, it sure makes for beautiful dark orange, orb-like sunsets, and sunrises.
We made it to Whitehorse (Capital of the Yukon) last night, and away from the fires and smoke. The greenery and clear blue sky’s have returned.
Everybody told us to keep an eye out and be careful about the animals in and around the road. So far, we haven’t seen much. After Ursula slapped my arm chiding me for never stopping to see anything, I spotted a bear crossing the road… in my rearview mirror.
When driving, the eyes are on the road, stopping to look at the sights is a nuisance, it slows you down. Cars and trucks that you passed will now pass you, and you’ll have to catch and pass them again just down the road. Smelling the roses is counter-productive. That was until we saw an oncoming car flash his lights at us. In Alaska, that means ‘Moose ahead, you’ll slow down if you know what’s good for you!’. Hitting a moose is bad for the moose and just as bad for the driver.
I slowed down…..just enough to see the enormous lumps of brown fur all along the highway. There wasn’t any traffic, so we decided to stop in the middle of gathering of furry lumps. It was a heard of bison, the big furry beasts that used to graze the plains by the millions. Unknown to us, there are wild herds still up here, and apparently they like milling about on the side of the mowed, cleaned up tracks between the highway and trees so they can sun themselves.
There must have been around twenty of all sizes and ages, even a very young blonde one. Our big RV stopped meters away from the most prominent and furriest of them all, the king of the heard I suppose. He didn’t even condescend to wink at us. He just sat there, taking in the skies and flies and didn’t seem to notice our avid picture taking of his family. That was good, had he not approved, and charged us…it would have been a bad day.
The short visit was enthralling; we’d never seen bison in the wild, and seeing a heard surrounding us on the roadway was unexpected. I guess stopping to smell the roses is not such a bad thing. Perhaps today I’ll slow down a bit and see some of the sights as we’re headed back into Alaska this afternoon. I’m a bit prejudiced, I like the Yukon and Alaskan landscapes the best.
The dogs are barking, the RV horsemen have started milling about. It’s time to log off for now and clean out the toilet. Yeah, just one of those nasty little tasks one needs to do before heading out. Emptying the Black and Greywater tanks doesn’t take much time, and it’s worth it not to have those awful smells lingering in the back of the RV as your splash the remains around with every bump in the road. It’s worth the effort. Time to break out the non-potable water hose for the wash down!
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