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Van 2.0: Insulation, Paneling, Upholstery

February 20, 2017 Freewheeling 1 Comment

First things first. When you start with an empty shell, the obvious first step is to insulate and soundproof it. After driving 2000 miles in an empty shell, the importance of this step cannot be understated.

Greg started off by lining all the walls and inner “pockets” with 3M insulation. He left spots for where there would be windows. He’ll fill that insulation around the windows when they go in.

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Greg then measured all of the grooves in the floor and went to work cutting 3/16″ plywood that would be polyurethaned and then glued into the grooves. This process was tedious, to say the least. He’d cut them and I’d go to work putting the polyurethane on while he moved on to other tasks.

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Once the basics were done, he started building panels for the walls and ceiling. Of note, if you’re starting from scratch: when he ordered the van with no windows, he expected it to have walls/paneling. He was unpleasantly surprised to find it as bare bones (down to the metal) as it was.

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This is not an OSHA-approved workspace

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This was also tedious, cutting each panel to size and cutting around all of the little nuances, then putting two coats of polyurethane on each.

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Once it was confirmed the panels were cut appropriately and ready to go, he started upholstering them. For the ceiling, we went with a pewter/gray tweed that is a good match to the upholstery that’s in the cab of the van, and a tonal black/gray tweed for the walls.

Between the two of us, we didn’t get pictures of the actual upholstering process because it’s pretty boring. He cut the fabric, leaving a couple of inches around the outside of the wood panels, then used a 3M spray adhesive to attach it. He folded the ends over and made cuts as necessary to create a finished look. Pretty basic stuff. He used 3/4″ self-drilling screws to attach them to the walls and ceiling (black screws for the walls, silver for the ceiling).

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Beginning with the end in mind — and because it would help while working at night — he also got the ceiling panels wired up with LED lighting.

The last picture shows us getting a bit ahead of the story because it shows the framing of some important components. That’s where we’ll pick up the build-out.

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Road Trip – a final note

February 14, 2017 Favorites No Comments

On the road trip with my dad, I was reminded of a scene from one of my favorite movies, Mask. In this scene, the story’s protagonist, Rocky Dennis, reads his mother a poem he had written:

These things are good:
ice cream and cake,
a ride on a Harley,
seeing monkeys in the trees,
the rain on my tongue,
and the sun shining on my face.

These things are a drag:
dust in my hair,
holes in my shoes,
no money in my pocket,

and the sun shining on my face.

In general, I love having the sun shine on my face. I was reminded of this today. The sun was shining after a week-long hiatus and another week-long rainy spell in the forecast. I could not have been happier! I am in a better mood when the sun shines. I feel depressed on cloudy days. I plan weekend getaways and full vacations based on where it will be sunny and warm. But on that road trip, a cloudy sky was welcome. When the sun was shining, we were too hot. It was very tiring. It was a real drag.

Speaking of Mask and Rocky Dennis, he meets a blind girl in that movie. She had been blind her whole life and had never seen color. There’s a wonderful scene where he teaches her what colors are based on touch.

I recently came across this li.st where a girl who was blind was taught colors by her friends and family. I love this! Not only did it bring back more memories of the movie, the descriptions are great. I have never liked the color yellow before, and this changes everything.

I need to watch Mask again.

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Daily sMiles

February 7, 2017 Fido No Comments

The smiles are definitely not coming from Miles these days. Because I work from home, a friend is having me take care of her puppy during the day, keeping him out of trouble and teaching him how to be a well-behaved dog. For me and Murphy, it has been a lot of fun having Maru around! For Miles, not so much.

Maru is a four-month-old Siberian Husky and he’s full of puppy love. He’s the resident canine among five cats at his house, so he wasn’t really sure how to be a dog. These guys are showing him how it’s done. Murphy is so gentle and patient. Miles is, well… tolerant.

 

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Miles did not sign up to be a babysitter

 

Such a handsome puppy

Such a handsome puppy

 

Murphy has done such a good job of teaching Maru how to be a dog

Murphy has done such a good job of teaching Maru how to be a dog

 

Maru follows Murphy everywhere

Maru follows Murphy everywhere

 

The cuteness hurts

The cuteness hurts

 

P.S. I did start an Instagram account for Miles, if you’re so inclined to follow us over there.

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The Best $12 I’ve Ever Spent

January 24, 2017 Family, Fear, Freewheeling No Comments

Dad and I rolled out of Kansas City at 2 PM on Tuesday, September 6. I had mapped out our route, but we had no set plan for the trip. By that, I mean that I didn’t have an idea of how far I wanted to make it on any given day. “As far as possible” is the closest thing I can give you as an answer to that question.

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I needed him to drive the first leg for a couple of reasons:

  1. I was really scared of driving this behemoth.
  2. I needed to go through all my emails with the salesperson at the dealership to figure out how this van could have possibly been ordered without cruise control. In taking possession of the vehicle, the first question I asked when I sat in the driver’s seat was, “Where’s the cruise control?” When I told Greg the bad news, he texted back to say he was “distraught.” Ugh.

Dad drove through the first tank of gas, which was 217 miles. In that amount of time, we realized that it was too noisy to turn on the radio or listen to an audiobook or podcast. It was basically too loud to hold a conversation at all. I was stressed, so was he. Not the super-number-one-good times we had hoped for. On top of all of this, my dad is 72 years old and had a nasty summer cold. Yay.

We stopped at a Casey’s General Store in Kingman, KS to fill the tank and get some much-needed provisions: a styrofoam cooler, ice, Mike’s Hard Lemonade, and Budweiser. The outside temperature was over 100*F coming across the west-facing Kansas plains and the wind was blowing like crazy. Keep in mind, we’re in a black metal box with no insulation or soundproofing.

I took over the wheel and got us to Texhoma, another 230 miles, which involved a late night thunderstorm and crazy cross-winds. It was not an easy drive, to say the least. But I am goal-oriented to a fault, and it felt good to check the boxes crossing from Iowa (my parents’ house) to Missouri (dealership) to Kansas (lunch with aunt and uncle) to Oklahoma (60 miles across the panhandle) to the Texas border in one day. We stayed at a very clean and comfortable hotel and got a good night’s rest to continue on our journey.

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We were up early the next morning for more of the same. There was a strong cross-wind, but we got lucky that it was an overcast day. I drove 12+ hours that day — 865 miles without cruise control — taking us from the Texas/Oklahoma border to Boulder City, Nevada.

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We were, of course, on Route 66. We knew we needed gas at some point, and there were hundreds of billboards littering the highway advertising their wares (as well as fuel, though prices were not always given). The highlight of that stretch was pulling into the Flying C Ranch, only to find that the gas was at $0.56/gallon higher than it was elsewhere along the route. Blasphemy! We saw that and I hit the gas on our way out of there, unintentionally spraying other weary travelers with the muddy water from a puddle. I legitimately felt/feel bad, but that gave us a much-needed laugh!

We stopped down the road at Clines Corners (where we probably paid just as much for gas). We also secured some M&Ms and a Mexican blanket that served as a barrier between the cockpit and the black hole that was the rest of the van. It helped the situation so much. We honestly couldn’t believe how much “soundproofing” this very primitive solution provided. That’s the best $12 I’ve ever spent. I’m sad I did not get a picture. We probably looked like fugitives driving down the highway in a windowless van and a Mexican blanket behind the cockpit!

Handy little compartment for my M&Ms.

Handy little compartment for my M&Ms.

Dad splurged for rooms at a historic hotel in downtown Boulder City, Nevada that night. We were hoping to meet up with Greg’s uncle and aunt, but they were otherwise detained. I made some wrong turns on my run the next morning that sent me farther than I wanted to go, and that set us behind on our plans to meet up with Dad’s 92-year-old sister in Las Vegas. Visiting with Maureen and her family was the most important stop on our trip. While we got there late, we had a very nice visit; it will possibly/probably be the last time we see her. What a blessing!

I’m going to add this tidbit here, mostly so that I remember it: We were sitting at an outside cafe in Boulder City, having a nice dinner and enjoying the fresh air. Dad made a point of stopping me in conversation to tell me he was proud of me. That he never once felt scared with me behind the wheel, and that I must have felt scared when he was driving (which was true, making me even more scared to drive). That it’s a tough rig to drive in these conditions and that I was doing a good job. I may be 42 years old, but sincere praise from my dad still goes a long way.

From there, it was more of the same for the next 600 miles. Me driving, Dad looking happily out the window and remarking as he saw fit:

“Why is that fence there?”
“Who put that highway there?”
“Why are there so many trains going this way?”

“That mother fucker doesn’t know what he’s doing. Get around him, and quick.”

So what I’m trying to say is: I own the highway. I am at one with the truckers. But only because of my dad. In all honesty, this was the best thing that could have happened. As not-fun as it was for either of us, I got really comfortable driving a really uncomfortable and out-of-my-comfort-zone vehicle. If Greg had taken possession of the van and driven it home (even if I was with him), I would not have driven it because I would have been too afraid. I needed to do this.

My dad’s words: “I’m never going to drive this vehicle again. You need to learn to do this.” He was right, of course, as dads are. He taught me, and he did it in a way that didn’t make me feel stupid or inferior or that I should somehow know how to do this already, having never done it before. He taught me to use the mirrors for maneuvering on the highway, to park in less-than-ideal situations, to park the rig in my own very tight driveway!

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Vans aplenty!

Greg wasted no time getting to work. Dad and I rolled in on a Thursday evening and Greg got to work the next day. We’ve documented the process, which I’ll share here, of course. This is where the real fun begins!

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Van 2.0

January 9, 2017 Family, Freewheeling No Comments

If you read my Welcome, 2017 post and/or if you follow me on Instagram, you know that we bought a new van in September. Well, we bought it in April, but we had to wait for it to be built.

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Brand new 2017 Ford Transit! (The color is called “magnetic.” We get asked all the time.) And as you can see below, we opted for no interior options. Well, that’s not exactly true. One of the amenities that we did opt for was cruise control, and our sales guy missed that on the last iteration of back-and-forth. Not cool. We got an aftermarket kit that Greg has installed, but that was no help for me driving 2000 miles across the desert…

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My parents and I picked it up outside of Kansas City, fresh off the assembly line, and my dad and I drove it back to California so Greg could get to work building it out. The odometer had 11 miles on it when we hit the road. Don’t worry, there are stories.

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Right off the bat, I’m sure you have a million questions and I’m going to answer them in a very comprehensive post. I can’t really talk about the whats and whys of everything right now. I promise, I will fill you in when the time is right. Sorry for being so cryptic, but I’m honoring Greg’s requests on this.

Anyway, NEW VAN!

I have a ton of pictures and descriptions of the build-out. Greg designed it (allowing me a lot of input on my preferences) and is doing a crazy-good job of making it come to life. Every day, he comes home from “real” work and changes his clothes to go work out in the garage and van for the rest of the evening. He had a holiday break from December 23 through January 2 and the amount of work that he got done in those 10 days is amazing.

I can’t wait to show you the progress!

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Daily sMiles

January 4, 2017 Fido, Fun No Comments

Here are a few shameless dog pictures, just because this good boy makes me happier than almost anything. Sweet Murphy, too.

These dogs just want to be together all the time. And they want to be where I am all the time. Fine by me! As a person who works from home, I’m happy to have people to talk to. They’ve been known to hold a conversation better than Greg. Ha!

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Fall fun at Tina’s.

 

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Pete’s fantastic pic of Murphy at Fort Funston.

 

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The Three Amigos reunited! Murphy, Miles, and Archer at Coyote Point.

 

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Their respective treats (Murphy turned 2 on Oct. 23 and Miles turned 5 on Nov. 8) were vanilla ice cream encrusted in Fancy Feast cat food, garnished with a Milk Bone. These were served in my great grandmother’s fine china, of course.

 

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My audience while I do my DailyBurn or YogaDownload workouts.

 

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The best view of the outside world is from here. Make yourself comfortable… Notice dog beds/crates aplenty in this room.

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The magic hour at Davenport Landing on New Year’s Eve 2015. No filter needed.

These sweet pups, among the others I take care of (Lola and Maru), really enrich my life. Between them and the kids I take care of (Carver & Abel, Ashwin & Neela), I’ve got it pretty good. I don’t go to an office with coworkers anymore, so I’m taking the interaction where I can get it. Murphy does like to protest vocally when you give him a command, Maru’s baby teeth draw blood, and Miles is stoic AF, but it’s a good crew.

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Welcome, 2017!

January 2, 2017 Family, Fido, Fun 1 Comment

Happy New Year! 2016 definitely had its share of ups and downs, including a lot of change for me. I quit my job, learned a completely new trade that launched a new career (Thanks, Kelli!), we bought a new van, we sold our old van, and Trump won. So there’s that cloud of fear hanging over everything…

But alas, things are good around here and I’m the last person who has anything legitimate to complain about. After a 6-month hiatus of no weekend trips or travel (with each other), Greg and I loaded up the ol’ Honda Element and headed over to Santa Cruz for an overnight. We stayed in the dog-friendly bungalow at a quaint B&B and enjoyed everything the coast has to offer. Booze and snacks to be sure, but also much-needed sun and sand.

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I can’t wait to show and tell you everything that we have going on. I know I say this a lot, but you should expect to hear more from me this year. Seriously. We have so much going on.

Wishing you all the best in 2017!

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Archer!

July 20, 2016 Fido, Fun 1 Comment

We had the pleasure of taking care of a sweet Goldendoodle puppy for a week. Of course, hindsight is everything and it could have gone either way. As it turns out, Archer is ~18 months old and such a special boy.

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I just sent him back home with his parents and things are pretty sad around here. Within five minutes of him leaving, these two were sound asleep. I’m sure they were dreaming about their little brother…

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Archer listens well, minds well, doesn’t shed, sleeps wherever I am (including curling up in the bathroom while I was showering or getting ready or doing my business), doesn’t get on the furniture, doesn’t beg for food, doesn’t run off when not on a leash, quiets his bark when told to, and is otherwise the best dog ever. Kudos to his parents for doing such a great job in training him!

That said, having a poodle mix for a week was quite a cautionary tale. His fur is SO HIGH MAINTENANCE. I’ll take Miles’ and Murphy’s shedding all day long over the work that Archer’s coat required. I was careful to brush him out a couple of times every day — quite time consuming — and he still looked like a ragamuffin most of the time. Not only that, there were tangles/mats all over that will need to be cut out. I was really surprised about how difficult it was to maintain him.

It was Camp sMiles around here for Archer. He had never really spent much time around other dogs in a situation like this and he took to it very well. More than that, he had never been swimming! Miles and Murphy showed him the way and he caught on very quickly. These three had the most fun all week long!

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We can’t wait to have the opportunity to have sweet Archer back for another visit.

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MDW Cycling Adventure

More adventures awaited us on Sunday. Greg had been poring over maps for a few days to find a good bike ride for us. We know the Vineman race routes well, but wanted something that headed out to the coast. Greg showed me the options, me being very clear about saying I wasn’t up for a long ride — 25 miles was my goal for the day. He estimated a route for me that we could do together until I peeled off to head home and he continued on for a longer ride. Let’s go!

The first nine miles were great. Rolling hills along the river and into the town of Cazadero. At mile 9.5, the road went up and continued going up with only slight reprieve for another nine miles. I have not been training on hills and this definitely felt like work. Also, I had a lot of time to think while I was climbing. Not all of the thoughts were good ones, GREG. Among them was the thought that there was no way this was going to be a 25-mile ride. I knew where I was on the map and there was no way this was going to work out. I was right.

It turned out to be a 37-mile ride with 3,151 feet of elevation gain. Yeah, not exactly the ride I signed up for. But the scenery was beautiful!

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During a photo op outside of Jenner, I let Greg know what I thought about his route planning skills. Ha!

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It’s always an adventure when Greg is doing the planning!

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MDW Kayaking Adventure

We headed north over the Golden Gate Bridge for the holiday weekend; Greg took Friday off, so we got a head start. Heading to the Russian River was my idea. I was chasing the sun and 80*F temps, along with water that is very swimmable this early in the season. Thankfully the forecast was accurate!

We stopped at the Fishetarian in Bodega Bay for a lunch of fish tacos and beer.  It was chilly on the coast, so we quickly made our way inland to Monte Rio. It’s a little sleepier than Guerneville and there is a shady parking spot adjacent to the dog beach. Perfect! Miles swam around with his ball during cocktail hour while we contemplated how to spend the next 3 days.

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The real adventures began on Saturday. Greg and I went for our respective long runs (7.5 miles for me, 10 for him) and then we started scheming the best way to kayak the river. For all of Greg’s planning efforts, things could not have gone worse.

We drove 3 miles out to Duncans Mills to drop a bike there. That’s where we’d take the boat out of the water. I volunteered to ride my bike back to collect the van, which we would be leaving 7 miles upriver in Guerneville. At Johnson’s Beach, we loaded the boat with our phones, my cycling shoes, booze, and snacks and set off down the river.

The three of us (me, Greg, Miles) were in the inflatable kayak, which made it very difficult to steer. Greg also forgot one of the seats, so he was leaning against a lifejacket in the back. These two things alone made for a long trip. What literally made the trip long is that the current in the Russian River is about as strong as that on a lake (read: almost imperceptible). So instead of just floating happily with the current, we were actually having to do a lot of paddling. I’d happily paddle, but Greg was having to work so much harder to steer the boat when I paddled that it was better for me not to (other than when we were paddling into a strong headwind, which was often). We thought we’d be able to average 3 mph or so down the river, but we were only averaging 1.5 mph. A booze cruise that should have taken no more than a couple of hours took over four and ended up being a lot of work.

On the upside, Miles had fun! We would throw his ball and he’d dive off the kayak to fetch it, then swim alongside the boat until he could walk on an island to rest for a minute. We got good at lifting him into the boat using the handle on his Ruffwear harness. He’s such a good adventure dog!

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We were thinking we’d be able to pull off onto islands to stretch our legs and hang out, but we were running out of time. We didn’t get started until 2 PM and we had a small issue at the end of the line. This is where Greg’s planning skills really fell apart. You know, details like where we’d be able to pull the boat out of the water in Duncans Mills. He thought he saw a place on the map. He assumed there would be a trail. He guessed no one would be around to see us hauling a kayak and gear out of the water into town.

Well, there were people at the place he thought he saw and they said it was a private beach (maybe). The other place he had in mind was farther away than he thought it was. The one place he did find wasn’t really a trail at all, which would mean we’d need to bushwhack our way up the hill and into town. I was OVER IT by this point (as we all were), but there was no choice but to go with this plan.

It was treacherous and awful. I was wearing a bikini and flip flops, having taken my river shoes out of the van during ski season and not remembering to put them back. There was poison oak and thistles everywhere. At one point, I made Greg stop so I could take a picture to document the desperate situation. Of course, once we got the boat into town, I had to get on my bike and ride 7 miles back to Guerneville. FML.

The sun was behind the mountains by the time I got back to Duncans Mills at 7 PM, and the breeze blowing off the ocean was cold. Greg and Miles were wet and freezing by the time I rescued them, and Greg still had to break down the kayak. We slept well that night and woke up sore.

Three days post-adventure, spots of poison oak rash started showing up on my legs and torso. And my face. My chin and lips are covered in oozing sores. I got a steroid shot this morning and am on my way to the pharmacy for cream now. What a delightful souvenir from our trip!

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