Learning to thrive on the road…

We haven’t come up with a Getting Situated checklist for when we arrive at a new place. Mostly because the only negative consequences for failing to follow proper procedures might mean things take a little longer (= nothing too embarrassing or as life threatening) and, frankly, we haven’t yet been anywhere long enough to warrant pulling out all our gear. I would imagine our checklist would look something like this…

First order of business to get set up in our new space is the outdoor kitchen. All gear hauled out – complete.  Portable grill/burner hooked up to the propane tank – propane off, connected, propane on. Prep table set up – complete. Pull out the tablecloth to cover the site’s picnic table – check. Fish out at least six doo dads to anchor said tablecloth to the table so it doesn’t blow away – complete. Pull out Instant Pot and genuflect before putting it on the picnic table (more on that later) – genuflected and set.

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Outdoor kitchen set up

Second item, plug in to whatever amenities are present. Electricity – plugged in. Fresh water – line plugged in, RV water pump off (don’t need to compete with city water pressure). Sewage pipe connected – check. Cable input (I’m not making this up. We don’t have an appropriate cable yet, but intend to get one soonest – we need to catch up on Game of Thrones…) – check.

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Davista’s business side: from left to right, sewage, electricity, and fresh water hook-ups.

Third task, set up outdoor living room.   Before we left Maryland, we found The Clam. This piece of gear is awesome and the picture below (not the best, I know, but it’s the only one I have just now) is from our “Sea Trial” to Assateague Island earlier this summer.   Essentially The Clam is a portable hexagonal gazebo (with mosquito netting) that provides an outdoor room for us to sprawl into, one that is comfortable in most of weather conditions we plan to encounter. The bonus is that it takes minutes to set up, even without kid assistance. It can be staked in anywhere and I’ve seen many of our fellow campers put theirs right over a campsite’s picnic table. Like I said, awesome. Clam set up – complete. Unroll outdoor rug and bamboo mats to cover floor – check. Set up five camp chairs – set. Hang lanterns in Clam – check. If suitable trees are present, hang double hammocks. Getting Situated Checklist – complete.

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Up to this point we’ve been rolling into our next campsite just about dinnertime. Although we haven’t yet cracked the code on cooking en route (I’ve read that some folks will drive to their next destination with a crockpot bubbling away – !!!), we are doing reasonably well meal planning, especially given limited food storage and sporadic access to Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods, and arrive with a solid dinner plan in place.   Our first night at Van Riper SP was no exception.

After the outdoor kitchen was set up, Flight got the bikes down for the kids who then promptly took off to explore.  He also set up our outdoor living room while I made one of America’s Test Kitchen’s skillet recipes (we are huge fans of Cooks Illustrated). It’s important to note that, as a family of Foodies, part of our being able to thrive on the road has everything to do with enjoying good eats regardless of where we are. I have felt a little guilty when preparing such meals amidst campgrounds thick with the aroma of hot dogs on a stick and “Tacos in a Bag,” but then remind myself this isn’t a weekend foray into the wild – this is our life for the foreseeable future.

Fortunately, it’s been a fairly seamless transition to living in Davista, as far as the kitchen experience goes. We’ve baked Scottish shortbread and delicious brownies in the RV’s standard gas oven (using a small pizza stone directly above the heating element and an oven thermometer has made for consistent and accurate baking experiences – important for those of us whose foodie experience is incomplete without baked goods), grilled many a tasty morsel outside (swordfish tacos anyone?), scrambled eggs and made oatmeal on the stovetop inside (because they’re innocuous smelling enough), and witnessed magic happen in the Instant Pot.

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A relatively thin pizza stone evenly distributes the heat and the thermometer keeps it real.

Because we are space and weight limited (we actually ran out of weight before space – !!!), looking for multi-function tools was an important part of the research phase of this evolution. The Instant Pot was raved about everywhere on line and they had me when I read “7 in 1.”   Settings include vegetable steamer, rice cooker, slow cooker, yogurt maker, warmer, sauté, and pressure cooker. The latter setting allows you to dump in a brick of frozen raw morsels and, with the press of a button, a perfectly cooked meal will present itself in 40 minutes. “What sorcery is this?!” you may ask (I did).  I have no idea how PV = nRT is used to make this so, but I have been blown away (fortunately not literally) by the result.

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Instant Pot Tortilla Soup beats “Tacos in a Bag” any day…

After a delicious dinner and some more bike riding, there was a contented sigh as we settled into our new digs in Van Riper and called it a night. And then the alarm went off, almost before we went to bed. Kids were shuffled into the Outback and tucked in with blankets as we headed to the airport. I can’t speak to Flight’s commute experience this go around, but can tell you the sense of abandonment on my end was far less pronounced when we dropped him off.

Van Riper State Park it is!

So, in the last post I originally melded two days together and wanted to get my story straight.  Our first night in da UP, we stayed in Grimley State Park on the shores of Lake Superior.  Before we departed, the kind camp hosts recommended we stay in Baraga State Park, which is also on Lake Superior, when we let them know of our upcoming plans.  They both gushed about the park’s beauty and access to Copper Harbor, which they assured me was not to be missed.  We had been up late the last few nights doing research and found that there were only two campsites in the UP that had room for us for all six days of Flight’s impending absence: Baraga SP and Van Riper SP.  We had only a few critical qualifications: 1) we had to be close enough to Marquette to get Flight to the airport to commute to Boston early in the morning to start his next trip; 2) be centrally located enough so that the kids and I could reasonably explore the area in his absence; and 3) be more than 1.1 miles from a maximum security prison.  Baraga State Park fell out of the running for failing to meet all three of these requirements and we happily made our reservations at Van Riper State Park.

From Brimley SP, we got underway and, because we hadn’t clearly discussed who was running what part of the checklist, we made a few rookie moves when we omitted a couple of important steps (NB: It’s good to have a “Getting Underway” checklist, yet it is far less effective if you fail to reference it while actually getting underway).  The most embarrassing of these was when I pulled Davista out of our spot (Flight was driving the Toad until we found enough straight roadway to hook them up) to much fanfare from our former neighbors.  I waved and wasn’t sure why they were making such a commotion until I caught “…STILL PLUGGED IN!!” through the window.  Not anymore.  Yep, did that.  Strong work, Navy, strong work.

The second oops wasn’t too bad (or maybe my pride was still stinging from the first one)…  We pulled up to dump the tanks and a kind fellow (also dumping unmentionables but in the next lane over) let me know that one of our vents was open.  We have three vents that crank open for increased airflow, and, when open, the portal covering of each extends about a foot above the top of Davista.  These wind catchers should most certainly be closed while moving or they might be ripped off in the wind and leave gaping holes in the roof (that’s bad).  Roger, use the checklist.  That’s why we have one.  Appropriate tanks dumped, fresh water replenished, and vents closed, we sheepishly pulled out to begin our journey to Van Riper SP.

IMG_3717Our first stop was at Oswald’s Bear Ranch, a location that rescues black bears separated from their mothers too young to make it in the wild or those from families who have taken them in as pets only to be overwhelmed when they outgrow their expectations. Like that of most zoo-like experiences, my reaction to this place alternated between awe (where else are you going to be able to feed and pet a bear cub?) and a touch of sadness as I projected my (human) perception of their plight.   Moving on…

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Don’t know where Firebolt gets her dramatic flair…

We stopped again near Pictured Rocks to give the kids (and me) another look at Lake Superior’s shoreline. We were all surprised and enchanted by the red and very fine sand beaches – I had no idea that lined some of the beaches of Lake Superior. My only visual data point of the Lake Superior’s shores was taken from a puzzle our family had done a couple years ago showing a gorgeous rocky shoreline – I guess the coast line varies widely around the Lake.  Who knew?

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We also did a short hike through the wetlands along a boardwalk and learned about the entire circle of life in that region.  For some reason, after reading The Martian with Flight and then seeing the movie, Keeper has glommed onto striking his interpretation of “The Fonz” pose at every opportunity.

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During the remainder of our trek to our next port visit, Flight and I started second guessing our decision to go to VRSP.  We tried to come up with some specific criteria for staying, but realized we really didn’t have a better option and would just have to make the most of it.  Flight asked if I’d be okay if there was no cell phone coverage in this remote part of the UP, meaning we’d have zero communication during his 6-day absence.  With more bravado certainly than I felt, “Sure – we won’t be at the park all day every day.  We’ll be out exploring. I’m sure we can make it work. And, besides, I can move us to another campground if need be.”  As if.

At last we made our way to Van Riper, noting the turn off to the airport as we’d be seeing that at zero dark thirty the next morning, and breathed a collective sigh of relief.  Our new spot (number (94-2) if you are taking notes) was probably the best one in the campsite.  We were steps away from the new bathhouse, a short bike ride/hike to four different playgrounds (two of which were on the beach), and 4 bars of LTE – WOO HOO!   Flight, you’re cleared for departure…