Tuesday, 8 April 2014

home...it's good to be

What is more wonderful than walking into your very own home and looking around and thinking how happy it makes you.
After three months on the road seeing amazing sights, eating amazing foods, discovering things to like in places we thought we didn't I will say again...
it's good to be home.

Thanks to all our truly lovely friends and family for letting us impose on your everyday schedules and making time for us to visit...and to those whose driveways became our  
MotorHovel camp site,
we give you a big HUG...you were all so patient and somewhat amused at the famous 'leveling of the RVfiasco'...that would be the fault of the damn rv reefer and drives us just as crazy everytime we have to do it.   Of course having an audience when we are doing it keeps the language rating 'PG'...you should hear us when we are on our own.
It's embarrassing. 

...it's true, everything is BIGGER in Texas !


Saturday, 5 April 2014

dear 'friends'

Anyway, here I be back for a moment from the life-sucking grip of FB.  Wowza.  It is so easy to get drawn back in and it takes a herculean effort to back away.   I am not saying I do not like it. That is the main difference this time around.   I find myself liking it and have come to appreciate how it can have its place and time. I have even added a couple of 'friends'.  I still feel that it is quite impersonal and a bit too public (which is why I find myself resorting to the private 'chat' most often).   It is a connection, of sorts, of course it is, but I guess for me it just misses the mark.   It comes close but doesn't hit home.  It just feels 'less' and somewhat lacking.   But I get it, I do and I'm in.

Monday, 3 March 2014

Arizona to Texas to New Mexico then back to TEXAS...

So we are back in West Texas after leaving el Paso a few days ago  and meandering around New Mexico for a bit.  Why, you might ask?   Well, because we ran into some of our Canadian compadres a few days ago and they raved (and ranted a little bit) about how spectacular Big Bend National Park is and how we just had to see it as we've come so far and we are sooooo close.  So we made a u-turn at Demming, New Mexico and now we are on day two of desolate, 'Texican' interstate travel.   Not there yet, but getting closer.    Can I just say, Texas is a big ass state?  Of course if you know us at all you know that we take at least twice as long as any other normal traveller  does to get anywhere.  Not sure why that is but 'tis a fact.   

So here a few pictures of the Arizona and New Mexico meanderings.    Both places  outstanding and very different deserts.  My pictures cannot even hope to capture their magnificence,  but here you go anyway.  Feel free to enhance with your own imagination.

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Lopez to Death Valley

Okay, still on the road so been lazy posting but here are a few shots.  There are more to follow, I promise.  The desert is dry & dusty,  hot & sunny.  What more can you ask for in February?

Monday, 27 January 2014

te quiero Lopez

Before I waste any time at all, I will quickly load up some pictures from  LOPEZ Island....just off the coast of Washington State, US of A....really seems more like Canada but what do I know?

It's nice and quiet here.  I've always liked islands and now I LOVE islands....especially this one.

Bye for now 

Sunday, 12 January 2014


Let me start by saying "I officially hate Blogger".  Whatever is going on with all the new improvements is NOT working.   This new format is so cumbersome and not user-friendly in any way.  So, here is my 3rd attempt at posting today.  Give me a break and please be kind as any inspiration I started the day with has gone up in smoke and basically I will be happy if I can get anything out and if Blogger will allow me to add the pictures...oh please, almighty Blogger, oh please....

Cold view from the deck

Snow and sheet metal....

The often used mountain bike ramp.....YAH!

My pretty 'PIT-mation' pup

Pony thinks...well, sort of...

...well that's enough of that!

Protective coloring comes in handy at the end of an exhausting snow day.

Thank you Oh Mighty Blogger for allowing me to post this perverted version of what I really wanted to say.

Really, it is YOU not me.


Monday, 30 December 2013

Still missing her

30 December 2008


Sunday, 22 December 2013

a singleton

 A 'singleton' is a term I've heard used for one surviving puppy in a litter and that is what Ponygirl was.   Being born in a Mexican animal shelter was not the most desirable of circumstances to begin with,  but it did afford her a fighting chance.  What happened to the rest of the pups...dunno, but this is her and her mum way back then.  When I look at this picture I fill in all the blanks that 4 and a half years later allows me to do.  Looking all sweetness and light as wee puppy but  stewing inside that pea-sized brain was a force to be reckoned with as I was about to find out.   She got all the Mexican mutt survival traits essential to street living -- and she uses them even though she lives in the relative lap of luxury (work with me here people).   

Let me explain.   Even though she has never, ever been hit by a broom she will bolt out of a coma-like sleep the moment I pick one up anywhere within what she considers her personal space.    This I figure,  is because brooms are a regular and accepted method of 'dog removal' in front of 3rd world businesses and homes everywhere.    I can only assume it is an genetic trait passed on from one generation to the next,  of street dogs.

Next is her 'lurking and skulking' behavior whenever we sit down to a meal.   This also sadly  being typical of street dogs everywhere ...tail between the legs, a kind of crouching and inching forward and the most mournful, sad look that says 'feed me' ever so politely .  I have to  gently snap her out of this automatic behaviour by reminding her that she has already eaten and should just go to her bed.  'Oh yeah' is  the look I get as she complies.   

Another of her genetically hard-wired,  street dog breed traits is the one where she can find food anywhere.  This has cost us many pesos in the past before she learned to distinguish edible from inedible.   This dog can locate a peanut, a breadcrumb, a rancid piece of anything, a buried bone or another dog's dinner on a porch in a NY minute , BUT she draws the line at PEAS...she will not under any circumstances  EAT.A. PEA.  I have done experiments where I will toss out a small morsel of something into the lower bush and just watch as she picks up the scent and then amazingly....finds it and eats it.  If that ain't street sense then I don't know what is.

I suppose I could go on and on but really the point is that when you first see that puppy (and fall in love)  you really have no idea what kind of DNA soup is brewing inside.  Eventually,  you both come around to a sort of truce about how it's going to be.  The rules are sorted and one day the quirks all fit together nicely and there you have it...you belong to each other and hopefully it will be a very long road traveled together.

                                               she-devil dog

Thursday, 12 December 2013


Okay, friends, family and neighbours  we are so excited to be featured here on Chrystal Atkins Mobile Home Living blog.   This site  gave much inspiration and encouragement to us to take on this re-muddle.  Here it is...


Take a peek and see what you think.   There seems to be more of us TrailerChic folks out there than even we imagined going into this endeavor.  It's been fun so far...frustrating a lot of the time...challenging to say the least...but always worth it when the end result provides so much more comfort and beauty to our humble abode.  

A big thank you goes out to everyone who has been so supportive and helpful to us and also graciously listened to our sagas surrounding each undertaking.   I must warn you though we are far from being done.  Cheers!


Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Ima Robot "Lovers in Captivity"

Well there really is no accounting for taste, musical or otherwise...me like this for some reason so here goes...