We are now full-timing on the road. Our adventure began with a mad quest for lightbulbs.

The macerator is unclogged, we can get a U-haul whenever we need one and the final party has been partied. Now, all we have to do is part, and depart. Parting is harder.

I’m starting to go into overwhelm mode. It’s not that there’s much to do, it’s more than I’m starting to feel compressed into too short a length of time. I’ve only, after all, had three years to prepare.

We did a friend a favor and he took us out for a veritable feast at the Chinese restaurant in Weaverville.

After DH brought two 2x4s home on the motorcycle, the fridge repair really started to get interesting.

I didn’t want to change my battery on my day off, but that’s the way it went. DH took the positive side and I took the negative.

We took part in a famous Weaverville Fourth of July tradition known as the “firing of the anvils.” Cover your ears!

Feeding baby goats and eating good sandwiches are both really good ways to combat writer’s block. You should try it some time.

It would appear that our transmission is fixed. Just for a change, we drove to Weaverville.