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A Tale of Two Campgrounds

23 Aug

An empty but beautifully kept campground.

Remember when we first arrived at the Ashuelot River Campground? I noted how beautiful the campground was and how conveniently located it was to Keene, NH and our birth center. Those were two big factors in why we chose to call that campground home for the season. But, I also noted that there were a few challenges that we hoped would work themselves out over time. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to happen so we had to move on a few weekends ago.

Like I said, it was a beautiful campground. The owners did an excellent job of keeping the grounds immaculate and the facilities clean. When we first arrived there in May, however, Chris and I both had a bad feeling about the management. They didn’t seem to want us there and we felt more like a burden than welcomed customers. We thought that with time, we would earn their trust and we (and they) would feel more comfortable. As the summer progressed, we knew that would not be the case.  They just were not very pleasant people and did not seem too interested in having campers come to their campground. And, we still seemed more a burden to them even though we were quiet and had few requests.

Hello KOA! So nice to see you again!

Perhaps other visitors to this park have felt the same way as I’ve never seen a campground so empty during the peak summer months — and I’ve been to a lot of campgrounds.  Even during July 4th, there were few campers at this campground.  So, it was a lonely summer.

Chris and I grew accustomed to the lack of people and unpleasant management.  We could tolerate it although we did long for the happy campground camaraderie that we have come to know and love. We thought we could continue on with the way things were primarily because we’ve met so many awesome people outside of the campground and we really  enjoyed the area.  Our patience, however, was tested when we had family members come visit us  to meet their newest family member.

Halloween Night at the KOA.

The majority of our family stayed at the campground. It was great to have family around to help us out with a newborn baby and keep us laughing and sane at a time when Chris and I were severely sleep deprived and overwhelmed.  But, this so-called “family campground” wasn’t very welcoming to our family. The treatment our families received from management made our their’ visits awkward and uncomfortable at times.

I won’t go into the specifics of everything that happened but the actions of management did frustrate us to a point that we felt it was best for us to leave the premises despite the fact that we had paid and intended to stay through October 31.  So, with the help of family (to whom I am eternally grateful), we packed up and somehow managed to get the Airstream out of our campsite–not an easy task!

We decided to go back to the KOA in Brattleboro, VT–the campground we initially started out at when we first arrived in this region.  We were instantly greeted with smiles. The owners, who remembered us, ogled over my child and welcomed us and our family members.

"Okay, Mama and Daddy, I'm ready to do some Airstreamin'!!"

As we were setting up camp, the owner came by on his lawn mower/tractor pulling a wagon and offered my nieces and nephews a ride around the campground. As noted by my brother-in-law, it was as though we had entered a new universe. The campground was (gasp!)…happy and fun. Sure, it didn’t have a river and gigantic campsites but it had people. Friendly people! And, activities! Now, I’m not one who seeks out social activities or requires kids’ events when searching for a campground (at least not yet), but the Halloween in July events that took place while we were there were a welcomed change (as was the free ice cream night!)  While I wasn’t sure if I could handle the sudden  move in my emotional state (hello, baby blues!), it turned out to be a very positive change for us.

So, we are officially back on the road again. Let’s hope Emerson a) doesn’t get us kicked out of campgrounds for excessive crying, and b) likes her car seat for extended periods of time.  Oh, please let her like her car seat.  Please, oh, please!

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“Ma’am, Did You Know You Have a Baby in Your Pants?”

26 Jul

Our first walk around the campground.

It’s been awhile since my last blog and we have a lot of catching up to do and a lot of pictures to share.  I’ll try and catch up but it may take some time. For now, here’s the most exciting news we have to share.

The week I found out I was pregnant, we were in Virginia at a campground that had cable.  We spent an afternoon cleaning out the Airstream and while doing so, watched a show called “I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant.”  I know, right? Crazy. How does one NOT know she is pregnant? We were intrigued, of course.

In one scenario, a woman showed up at the hospital complaining of severe abdomen pain. That pain moved down into her pelvic region and then suddenly disappeared while she was on the ER bed.  When the doctor cut open her pants, they exclaimed with great surprise, “Ma’am, did you know you have a baby in your pants?”  Seriously. And, given the title of the show, of course the woman was all’ “Wha? No! A baby?”

Emerson loves her Daddy!

In another scenario, a woman went camping and woke up with stomach pains.  She rushed to the campground bathroom only to discover the baby was making its entrance into this world. In the bathroom stall.  On the toilet.  Obviously, I’ve seen my share of campground bathrooms.  All I can say to this is “Ew. I SO wouldn’t want to have a baby in a campground bathroom.”

Thankfully, I neither had a baby in my pants or in our campground’s bathroom.  On July 5, 2010 at 2:53 a.m., Chris and I welcomed our beautiful baby girl, Emerson Skye, into this world…at our designated birth center near Keene, NH.  It was an intense, magical, crazy, humorous (now), and beautiful moment. (For those not interested in my birth story, you should probably stop reading now….)

Traumatized after bath time.

My due date was July 3, and coincidentally, I woke up that day with early signs of labor.  I told myself for months that I would not be THAT woman that panicked and called her midwife too early.  Alas, I was totally THAT woman.  I called her right away actually. I felt she needed the warning that labor was underway.  I’m polite (and annoying) like that.

On July 4, the contractions grew more intense so we met Mary the Midwife at the birth center that morning only to learn that I was only in the very, very, very early stages of labor.  She sent me home. D’oh!

The day progressed slowly but the contractions grew worse.  I was sure I was moving along at a good pace.  I was doing an exceptional job of using my breathing techniques learned in class and my hypbirth CDs.  I considered myself the model woman in labor.  Seriously…I was thinking positive at that point.

Emerson Skye

Mary called around 8:30 that night and asked if we wanted to come back in to be checked.  You bet I did! This was it! I knew it!  We got there and I had only dilated one more centimeter…to a big, whopping 2.  Mary said it could be quite awhile before active labor began (days, even) and recommended we go back home.  But, I refused.  I didn’t want to go back home.  We got permission to stay the night and we all agreed that I would probably be going back home in the morning.  All this happened around 9:30 p.m.

At 11:30 p.m., my water broke.  Mary checked in on us and told me to try and get some rest.  We all still believed it was really early. I promise, I tried to relax.  Chris was amazing at helping me try to breathe properly.  I was listening to the hypbirth sessions on my iPod and struggling to take those deep breaths that the woman in my ear kept telling me to take.

Our first outing was to our pick up our CSA share at the farm.

In my perfect labor dream, I was silent throughout labor. I had fears of being vocal.  In one of the birth videos we watched in class, one woman yodeled her way through labor.  I didn’t want to do that.  And, I didn’t yodel.  But, somewhere around 12:45 a.m. or so, I became demon-possessed, channeling my inner Sigourney Weaver from the movie, Ghostbusters.  You know, “There is no Lani, there is only Zuel.”  And, I did what I really did not want to do…ever.  I screamed.  At the top of my lungs. Probably the loudest I have ever been in my life.  I began telling Chris in my Zuel-like voice to take me to the hospital.  I needed the drugs.  If this was early labor, I was so not prepared for natural childbirth.  Yes, we both still believed this was early labor.  I had visions of Mary coming into the room and saying, “You are only dilated to a 4.  Get some rest.”  Right. Rest? I don’t think so. So, we both avoided calling her into the room.

Introducing her to farm life early.

My screams continued and Chris tried to calm me down.  Around 1:30 a.m., however, the screams and my pleading for a hospital and drugs became too much.  Chris finally called Mary and we waited for that dreaded news that I had not progressed into active labor yet.

Mary came in and once again I screamed like a baby and begged for drugs.  In her calming voice, she, too, told me to relax and then checked my progress.  As I yelled out, “I can’t do this!” Mary uttered words that were music to my ears.  She said, somewhat shocked, “It’s not that you can’t do this! You’ve already done it!” No, there wasn’t a baby in my pants but it was time to push.  And, pushing I could do! My superhuman strength kicked in at that point (just ask Chris) and my screaming ceased.  And, it’s true…a woman immediately forgets the pain of labor once she sees her baby for the first time. The experience was incredible.

So, that’s my story.  Emerson is beautiful.  We are blessed.  And, really, really tired.  We look forward to seeing how this next chapter of our lives progresses.  For now, we continue the Airstream life and are very excited to start our travels once again with the newest member of Aluminum Bliss.  Stay tuned…

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An Afternoon in the Park

04 Jun

"Eternal Presence" by John Wilson

We took a trip recently to Boston to see our friend, Hong. You remember Hong, right? If not, here is a link to our introduction to him. He spent several weeks with us last summer as we traveled through Canada, Yellowstone and Grand Tetons. He has been taking dance lessons for years and we were finally able to catch a performance now that we are in the area. He did an outstanding job. Way to go, Hong! Nice jazz hands!

While it was a short trip to Boston, Chris and I both wanted to make a stop at one our favorite places, Walden Pond. Only 30 minutes from Boston, the park quickly became one of our favorite places to escape the hectic city life when we lived in the area.

"Feral Goose" by Kitty Wells

In the summer months, the pond is open for swimming.  The natural beauty and of course, it’s history, always left us feeling rejuvenated and inspired. We’ve been eager to return.

The weather was beautiful that weekend and after a gigantic breakfast at the S & S Restaurant, a landmark in Cambridge, we needed to move around and get some exercise and we agreed that Walden Pond would be the perfect solution. Unfortunately, everyone else had the same idea on that lovely hot day and the Pond was closed for crowd control when we arrived.  Doh!

Forced to change our plans, I quickly pulled out the iPhone to see where else we could spend the afternoon near the fabulous towns of Lincoln and Concord and I found the DeCordova Museum and Sculpture Park to be nearby. From what I could tell, it had lovely grounds and fit our needs at that moment. Hong, Chris, and Hong’s friend, Jose, wanted a place to toss a frisbee around and just be outdoors. I just needed to walk since I had all-too-easily consumed massive amounts of blueberry pancakes, home fries, and fruit.

"Figure from the Sea" by Elliot Offner

The park was a nice surprise. The 35 acres of land owned by the park are beautiful and, of course, filled with sculptures and beautifully landscaped gardens. There is also a museum although we didn’t take too much time exploring the museum as we wanted to be outside.

Opened in 1950, the property was given to the town of Lincoln by its owner, Julian de Cordova. An avid traveler and lover of arts, he remodeled his home on the property to resemble a European castle. Today, the home serves as the museum to contemporary American art, primarily from artists in the New England region.

"Manna" by Tom Chapin. I have no idea why I was so drawn to this sculpture. Hmmm....

Currently, the park is the only permanent public sculpture park in New England and displays approximately 80 sculptures on the property. We walked quite a bit of the property that day and viewed a good portion, if not all, of the sculptures. We also found a nice open field where the guys could toss the frisbee while I sat in the shade and held my breath hoping they wouldn’t hit the nearby sculpture.

While it was no Walden Pond, the DeCordova Sculpture Park was a great find and a lovely place to spend an afternoon.  Actually, Chris and I were reminded on this little trip that, like many New England towns,  the towns of Lincoln and Concord are on our list of dream towns.  Ah, if only we had an unlimited amount of money!  These quintessential New England towns, so full of history and gorgeous landscapes, for us are an idyllic location.  But, for now, and probably forever, we will remain content to be tourists of Concord and Lincoln.  My goal is to make it back for another visit while we are up here for the summer.  I realized all of my focus has always been on Walden Pond and the area has so much more to offer.  So, Lincoln and Concord:  I’ll be back!

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525,600 Minutes

01 Jun

Packing up the house. Not fun. At all.

One year ago today we left Blacksburg, Virginia and embarked on our Airstream adventure.  That’s right! One full year.  365 days.  52 weeks.  8,766 hours. 525,600 minutes.  Wow! (And, if you’ve seen the show “Rent” and you’re like me, you’ll now be singing “525,600 minutes” just like they do in the show.  And, the song will be in your head for hours.  Hours! I’m sorry.)  And to think I just thought this new adventure was one of Chris’ phases that would only last 3 months.  Glad I was wrong.

It seems like just yesterday we were making what felt like thousands of trips to our storage unit and still finding junk in the rental home. Packing up the house took a lot longer than we anticipated.  I think our departure was almost a full day later than we told family and friends.  In fact, we didn’t pull out of the driveway until around 1:00 A.M. on June 1st.   That final day of cleaning and packing was excruciatingly long and painful.

All hitched up...

This brings me to a confession. Something Chris and I are both ashamed to admit. The first night we left, we checked our hitch connection for about the 100th time, we hopped in the truck, made the last trip to the storage unit in the wee hours and prepared to hit the road even though we were exhausted. But, after stopping at our storage unit and unloading those final items, our bodies were so tired that we…well…we….um….stopped at a hotel.  In Christiansburg, Virginia. Which is only 10 minutes from Blacksburg.

Yes, there we were towing our new home behind us and we stopped at a hotel. Call us losers. Laugh all you want.  We laugh often when we think about our stupidity.  Our home is following us.  It has a bed.  And, a shower. Yet, we stopped at a hotel? Thinking back to that night, I can only say that our exhaustion as well as the time of day influenced our decision to just pull over at a hotel and get some rest.

Leaving Blacksburg

Leaving Blacksburg, Virginia on June 1, 2009.

It was too late to go to a campground and apparently we failed to consider a Wal-Mart parking lot at that point – which was across the street from the hotel, I might add.  So, there you have it.  Our first official night (or, morning, I should say) of full-timing and we stayed at a hotel.  Please don’t judge us too harshly.

Since that first night, we’ve learned a lot about our Airstream, full-timing, campground living, water conservation, the joys of simple living, and yes, we have even stayed at plenty of Wal-Marts and other random overnight spots. What an exciting year it’s been!

Thanks to all who have followed along with us on our journey. Thanks for the comments on the blog which truly make my day.  It’s been a pleasure meeting others both on the road and online.  I look forward to the next 525,600 minutes.

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Home Sweet Home…For Now

28 May

WARNING: This blog entry really isn’t about travel but rather answers some recent popular questions about our lifestyle, particularly now that there is a baby on the way.  I provide this warning only because my blog feeds on some other travel-related sites and someone recently gave me a very low ranking (okay, the lowest ranking possible…um…ouch!) on a particular site.  So, ye who seek a blog entry about travel and tourist information may want to discontinue reading this particular entry.  But, please do come back and visit my blog again.  I do offer travel related posts! Thank you.  Now, on with the entry!

Our house on the hill

Our new campsite. Seriously, are we not looking good on that hilltop?

We get a lot of questions about our lifestyle.  Some folks do not understand why we would want to sell everything and hit the road.  Some have never heard of Airstreams.  Others can’t figure out how a young couple with a baby on the way can live this way.  So, we are used to questions.  And, we can usually tell right away if a person “gets it” or doesn’t.  Like the time I explained to a woman that I lived in an Airstream travel trailer and traveled the country.  After explaining what we do, she still had the all-to-familiar confused look on her face. Finally, she just looked at me and said, “how do you tow an airplane?”  I thought the whole “travel trailer” part might clear things up but nope. Apparently not. So, yeah…we’re used to questions.  All types of questions.

Here are the recent ones that have come up quite frequently from family members, friends and even total strangers:

Why did you choose New Hampshire as the location to temporarily “settle” and have a child?

Our families are the in the south yet we chose New England.  Why would we do this? First, and most importantly, we don’t dislike our families.  In fact, we love them very much and look forward to sharing this whole experience with them.  We chose this specific area for a number of reasons, from finding an incredible out-of-hospital birth center and an awesome midwife to just our simple love for this region.  We did, after all, get married in New England.   We also met and dated while living in New England. (Okay, we actually met online (yes…it’s true…we’re that couple) but we lived in Boston while dating.)  So, we love it here and feel very at home here.   As with our lifestyle, some may never understand why we chose this location – even some locals are surprised to hear that we chose this town.  But, we did choose this place and the decision feels right.  And, hopefully our families will forgive us for being so far away.  But, then again, they should used to that by now.

My Buddha Belly and I are doing just fine on the road!

So, you’re going to continue this lifestyle with a baby? (Asked with a look that screams, “Are you crazy!?!?”)

Yes…to the first question. (And, yes…maybe we ARE crazy.)  We are at least going to give it a try.  When we first embarked on this journey, countless number of people told us we were crazy.  ”It will never work!”  ”You’ll get tired of each other!” I heard lots of these comments.  But, we did it anyway.  We left Virginia with an open mind and acknowledgment that at least the first month would be challenging.  We felt we needed to at least give ourselves three months to adapt to the small space and life on the road.  Honestly, it took no time to adapt.  Sure, there were challenges and some lessons learned but it took no time to adopt this lifestyle.  And, we’re still happily married!

We are taking the same approach with this new upcoming phase of our life.  Living in this small space may not work with a baby.  But, unless we try, we’ll never know.  There are plenty of other families living this lifestyle.  I’ve done my research.  So, we’ll have a trial period.  We are not opposed to saying, “That’s it, we need to settle!” But, we also don’t feel pressure to do it right now.  We’ll take it one day at a time!

How are you handling prenatal appointments while being on the road?

This was a big concern for me early on.  Seriously, I cried since I thought it would be impossible.  However, because we spent our winter in the south near our families, I was able to work in my monthly appointments at a medical practice in Georgia.  We split our time between Florida and Georgia and I just made sure that our schedule worked out so I was always in Georgia when it was time for an appointment.  It worked out very well.

Once we met with the midwife in New Hampshire and decided on this particular birth center, we then planned our travels so we would be in New Hampshire once the prenatal appointments were necessary every two weeks.

Have you found a campground yet to call “home” for the season?

Airstream at Night

Think we look good in the daytime? Check us out at night! Whoa!

Yes! At last! While we felt right at home in the Keene, NH / Brattleboro, VT area, I’m not going to lie to you, finding a campground was not that easy.  Like I said in an earlier post, I loved the KOA in Brattleboro but it’s location to the birth center was not the greatest for two people who are consistently late to everything.  We spent a recent weekend visiting every campground in a 30 mile radius but still never felt really comfortable with the distance or with any particular campground. Just like the town and the birth center felt right, we were searching for that campground that just felt right.

We revisited the Ashuelot River Campground, a campground within minutes of the birth center.  We did a drive-by of the campground in February when it was covered in snow and it didn’t look promising so we had actually ruled it out as a potential basecamp.  But, with nicer weather and no snow on the ground, we decided to visit one more time since the location was ideal.  Thankfully, we found it to be incredibly beautiful and we really wanted to make it work.  The campground primarily caters to tent camping but does have a few sites with hookups.   They had one spot left that they could allow to be a seasonal site but it was in a spot in which only a very special and small rig could fit.  Could we do it? Were we special enough?

It was a tricky spot to maneuver the Airstream into but Chris has become an expert at getting into tricky spots.  Seriously, the guy is genius at this – even as I stand there and say, “It’s never going to fit.”  It always fits. And, our beautiful shiny (and, indeed, special) home fit perfectly.  And, I must say, we look good sitting atop that hill.  Really good.  Because the spot was not an easy one to get into, we won’t be moving it until we leave at the end of the season.  So, there it shall stay.

We still had some challenges to overcome.  If you look at a Verizon coverage map of Keene, NH there is one teeny tiny patch on the map where coverage is weak.  Really, really weak.  Yup…that’s our campground! This means our phones and our beloved MiFi did not work in our site.  Houston…we have a problem. A big problem.

Our view of the Ashuelot River Campground

Here's our view of the campground from our site. At the opposite end is an entrance to the Ashuelot River, a perfect river for our kayaks!

After giving our lovely tripod internet satellite unit another try and continuing to face some more challenges that have yet to be resolved, we purchased a Wilson Electronics cell phone booster.  Now, If I could go back to July to the time when we purchased our satellite as our backup internet plan, I would have slapped myself silly and gone the cell phone booster route instead.  It works.  I now have 3G service at our site!   Our MiFi also works – it has its moments but 98% of the time works very well.  We’ve also discovered several lovely locations in and around Keene that have free Wifi.  So, on some days, Chris heads into town to his new “office” which has been nice for both of us.

With our major challenges (the campground and internet issues) resolved, we are settling in nicely.  Of course, there are  still some minor issues, but like most things in life, they will work themselves out with time and patience. We’ve visited some great New England towns and still have a lot of exploring to do.  I can’t wait to share the pictures and information of my findings so far…but that will be for the next entry!

Have a wonderful holiday weekend, everyone!

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