Buried in leaves
This is the roof of my motorhome the day we were leaving Eugene. We were parked under a tree for nine days. I figured I’d check the roof before we left. Wow! Yup, there were a lot of leaves. I guess I could have just left them there and let them blow off. I decided to sweep.
The leaves on the small awnings above the the slideout on the driver’s side of the RV were another matter. I wouldn’t want any of those to get dragged inside the RV. So I cleared them off. Many RVs do not have awnings above their slideouts. It seems to me it would be important to sweep off anything before retracting the slide.
If its fall and you’re camped under a tree with leaves, it’s a good idea to sweep off your roof and awnings before you get back on the road.
Truck too small?
This can’t be the truck that pulls this huge fifth wheel trailer, can it? It seems too small to me. The RVer left the park when I was away, so I didn’t get a chance to see him drive away. What do you think?
We’re in Medford, Oregon, now. We’ll stay a week. When it stops raining we’ll head up to Crater Lake. It’s about a 90-minutes drive. Tomorrow we’re heading to the nearby Oregon Vortex, where things are weird. For example, water runs uphill. I think it’s all trickery. The reason I say that is I saw the same thing as a kid at Knott’s Berry Farm. There’s no Vortex in Anaheim, I’m pretty sure of that. Gail has never been to a Vortex before. So she’s excited. I’ll take a picture of her standing sideways and show it to you later.
One person stands out
This photo was in the Springfield Museum. I snapped a photo because one person really stood out to me. Look for yourself. Does one person sort of jump out at you? I’ll show you a picture down the page of the person I’m talking about. Let me know if you picked the same person. It’s not the woman covering her face; most people are laughing, maybe she’s rubbing her eyes. This was taken at a home appliance show where new devices were being shown.
Twin giants in Medford
That’s Gail in front of the Bunyan Brothers, as they’re called around these parts. The two loggers are made of wood and joined at the shoulder. For the last two decades, minus one year, they’ve greeted visitors to the Jackson County Fair.
The giants were built by Central Point sign maker Hal E. Bishop in the 1950s. The 37-foot characters once advertised the now-defunct Eugene F. Burrill Lumber Co., the county’s last independently run lumber mill.
If you camp at the new Southern Oregon RV Park adjacent to the fairgrounds you’ll see the impressive lumberjack-lookalikes peeking over the pond between you and the fairgrounds.
Oh, did I ever dodge a bullet!
Until about two months ago, I lived for about 11 years in a small condo in Edmonds, Washington. It was old, built in the 1960s as apartments, then converted to condos about 25 years ago. There are 77 units in the complex. About five years ago, we were all assessed $8,500 for necessary repairs to the building. Then about six months ago, we had to pay another $3,500. Our condo dues of about $400 a month came up short.
I learned through the years that this sort of thing happens to condo owners. One woman I know who lived in a six-unit condo was forced to pay $50,000 shortly after she moved in due to newly discovered structural damage.
When I sold my condo in July I was aware that another assessment was coming. I knew it would be significant. I figured maybe $10,000, something like that. But, oh my goodness, I learned yesterday that the assessment will be $62,000! The residents may figure out a payment plan, but one way or another, they’ll need to pay it.
I am relieved that I sold at just the right time. But I am terribly sad for my neighbors, most of whom cannot afford this huge hit to their pocketbooks. And I am sad for the woman who bought my unit. She knew an assessment was ahead, but I suspect, like me, she assumed it would be far less.
If I were to ever buy a condo again, I would exhaustively investigate every aspect of it —its structural soundness and the financial position of the owner’s association. I bought my condo, naively figuring it was pretty much like living in an apartment except you owned it. Through the years I learned there’s a whole lot more to it than that.
The person in the picture
This is the person I noticed. To me, he doesn’t belong. Something’s wrong. His head seems too big. Did you guess him, too? If you look at the big photo above you’ll notice that the woman behind him to his right is staring at him. I wonder why.