Tag Archive: Trouble

Terrace, BS to Prince Rupert is 143 km, is this the best scenery in the world? Certainly on the list for icy mountains and fun driving. I only took a few photos, the vistas are burned into memory.





It was at Prince Rupert that I locked in my very difficult decision to cancel the Ferry. I haven’t heard yet if I will get any refund. It was not an easy decision and it broke my heart. This trip as planned entailed 8 to 9,000 miles in 5 or 6 weeks time. More time would have been better, if I did it again I’d take the Ferry at Bellingham and Ferry hop then rent an RV and maybe fly home, there are long driving distances in Alaska as well as across Canada. I wouldn’t mind doing another trip to Canada and if I did for some reason drive part of the Alcan again, I’d want to do it all.

I turned around on the same day and headed back on this stunning road, I was trying to be “brave” but I could tell I was sobbing. It was something I couldn’t control. I sobbed for 12 hours and then I couldn’t eat for days.

As much as I wanted to see Alaska, this trip was symbolic, I’d hoped for a renewal of life as there has been so much death and loss in the last 7 or 8 years. I’d hoped for a new sense of direction, I’d hoped my dead loves would be proud of me. Instead I have other challenges, life will provide a different direction, I had… I have other things to learn.

Joyfully Sharing the Merit

It’s unclear to me if we have ever lived before or will ever live again, but I leave open the possibility with the understanding that we are here now and responsible for all we do. I do love this song.

Terrified Dogs

Never got to the test drive. Took the dogs for a run at City College then pulled out to do some testing of the steering. I was looking for a nice flat spot to determine which way the drift is taking the LT. Was thinking at this point to alter the tire pressure to eliminate the drift and/or have more tires (like the spare rotated and or in the extreme consider new tires.)  First I needed to check — maybe I’d be lucky and the drift would be gone or too minimal to worry about. I thought I’d try the upper parking lot which seemed flat. That parking lot has an archway, and as luck would have it there was a tree with heavy branch protruding below the archway. I can’t say for sure what I hit but it tore the dome lid of the Fantastic Fan and ripped away the HAM radio antenna, left some nasty scratches and bent the end of the luggage rack. The dogs panicked, climbing onto the dashboard and almost knocking me out of my seat, they scratched my already scratched glasses leaving a dead spot in the center of my field of vision and tore the electronics from their mounts.

Their terror did not abate just because the noise stopped. They didn’t believe me that they were okay. I attempted to drive home with dogs now on the floor looking green.  Olympia hunched over with her face to the wall and Mason trying to scramble to my lap. My head hurt and my vision was odd. I felt very discouraged. Mason couldn’t settle, deciding if he couldn’t ride in my lap he’d squeeze himself under my feet. We were moving  quickly down the road when he did this;  grasping him with one hand, the other on the steering wheel he let out a murderous squeal panting heavily as I pulled him out and pushed him back to his seat making Olympia cower even more. Couldn’t they see that the noise now was from the torn vent cover? That they were safe had no meaning to them, my encouragements to be valiant was falling on unbelieving warriors.  What goes through a dogs mind when there is a commotion from above?

A much newer model than mine. Hope they still have a lid that will work.

I’m beginning to think this van is cursed. I can see a For Sale sign plastered in its windshield but maybe what it really needs is an exorcism.

No more testing for today. Frans kindly got out a ladder and ducked taped the vent. Tomorrow I will try for a replacement. Hope I can accustom myself to the blurry spot in my glasses. Not sure I’ll have those pictures of Santa Barbara either….  too much stress.

Still in the shop

I can feel the wind, see the road and trees, landscapes blurring, flat, then windy, long straight ways, then curves and it feels good. My dogs cuddled into their seat, stopping to walk, to look at the grass and wonder about the countryside. The happy bustle of the dog show, the surprises, waiting and visiting, prancing in the ring. It feels so real and I long for it sitting in my too familiar desk chair; the LT is still in the shop. Adrienne offered to help, if I could make it to Tucson by Saturday she will squeeze us into her car and we can travel to Kalamazoo together. I’ve already called lists of people here in Santa Barbara. Yes, I can volunteer at the Nose Work trial, my RV broke down, it’s in the shop; yes I can come to the Flyers meeting and help plan the agility demo, my RV is in the shop; I called the photographer to have Olympia’s photos taken, I will go to my art class tomorrow and tell my story, as I did at my kennel club meeting last night, I will answer questions, I will show up at obedience practice this week and visit a friend at the art walk tonight. What happened to your trip? I will build the website for my training business. I will pick up the LT when it’s ready and then take it to the body shop. In my angst yesterday when the brakes still did not function a truck with a square bed tore a piece of the fiberglass from the door and left black streaks. It was the deciding factor as I’ve sat here working my calculator, how many hours a day could I be on the road and make my destination? I could do it. If I get the LT back today and forgo the bodywork, I could divide the driving 415 miles a day for 6 days, in an RV allowing a little time to stretch and gas that would take about 9 hours a day. Up at 6 am, on the road by 7:30, find  a spot for the night by 4:00 or 5 pm, eat, walk the dogs, get to sleep by 10. It’s doable. If nothing goes wrong, if I can find places to camp, or a motel, if the dogs don’t have trouble, if the RV actually is fixed. If my headaches settle down. I could groom Olympia late at night when I arrived. If I couldn’t leave until Saturday that would still give me 5 days, I could hurry the rest stops, drive faster, drive longer. So why have I given up? Why do I feel this panicked feeling? Why have I told friends that I’m not going? It’s the “sensible” me. Ripping the little hole in the body was a terrible shock. It’s so easy to have an accident, to lose control even for a moment. If I could get that fixed