On the Road Again! Travel Tales

On the Road Again! Travel Tales

After spending almost seven months getting our new home settled in Shingletown, California, we are finally back on the road. We are officially retired, glamping, snowbirds. In Hollister, we were blessed with some pretty fabulous weather, and I am a cold-wimp. I do not like being chilly. Last week the temperatures dropped so quickly that it even took the folks who lived in Shingletown for decades by surprise. I was wearing shorts and a tank top on my walks one day and bundled up in layers including, gloves and a beanie the next. Did I say that I don’t like the cold?

We’d initially planned on starting our road trip after Thanksgiving. However, we decided to hit the road early and head to warmer climates. Escaping California and our tyrannical governor Newscum was a bonus to our early exit. Sadly, the election proved that there are still too many people in California who vote for the same worthless government officials repeatedly. I told Tommy that if Pelosi and Waters were re-elected, we were leaving California for good. Enough about politics. This is a travel story.

God blessed us once again with excellent house sitters so that we can relax and enjoy our four-month snowbird escape. We are going to put our Thousand Trails membership to good use. I was a bit tired of the drive south on I-5 and suggested that since we were leaving early, we head east and visit our pals in Grass Valley on the way out of California. God blessed us with the best travel weather that we could have hoped for. Tommy did not want to drive our 40-foot motorhome towing our 20-foot trailer with my car in it over any ice and snow. I didn’t blame him one bit. When we left Shingletown on Thursday morning, it was cold but sunny. The drive to Grass Valley was scenic and dry.

We hadn’t seen our good pals Betty and Phil since we visited them at their home in Tennessee during our cross-country trip last year. Yes, believe it or not, they left California for Tennessee and then returned when the humidity was too much for Phil. Now he is ready to leave the state once again. Retiring in the crazy, expensive state of California is not a sensible option. For now, they have a beautiful home on two wooded acres. We had a pleasant visit with them, and our stay at the Nevada County Fairgrounds RV Park was pleasant. The park has a small man-made lake, and despite being close to the highway, it was quiet and tranquil. It was reasonably priced, and we had full hookups. We clampers love full hookups. Throw in a lake for me to walk around to get in my 10,000 steps a day, and I’m a happy camper.

We are headed to Las Vegas to see some friends that escaped California and have a wonderful new home there. We try not to drive more than 250 miles in a stretch to avoid cranky situations, but there wasn’t much in the way of RV parks between Grass Valley, California, and Vegas. I found an RV park in Hawthorne, Nevada, that was great for a stop-over.

The Whiskey Flat’s RV Park is right on Hwy-95, but surprisingly quiet. The receptionist was friendly, and the price was very reasonable. She advised us that the park would be full and that the internet would be slow if lots of folks were using it. Sure enough, we watched the place fill up, and by the time I made my walk around the area, getting my daily steps in isn’t easy on travel days; there were only four spots left. On my walks around campgrounds, I always enjoy checking out license plates to see where people are from. This park had lots of Nevada plates, but Idaho, Texas, Colorado, Utah, Oregon, Montana, and California were represented there.

It’s great being back on the road in our motorhome. We all missed it, maybe Paddy most of all. Our fur baby has been so lovable since we hit the road. He’s back to sleeping with us at night, something he only did only twice in the months we lived in the house, and sitting on our laps in the morning and evenings when we are in our recliners. He rolls all over the tile floors when I extend the pop-outs before I roll out our rugs. I was hoping to attach a video of him because it’s so darn adorable. He looks SO happy while he’s doing it. I couldn’t seem to drop it in but you can see it on YouTube here: https://youtu.be/ML9ZMPP9N_g

It was nice taking a different route, even though there was very little to see on the hundreds of miles on US-95. Fair warning, if you are traveling between Reno and Vegas, fill your tank before heading out. There was a gas station in Hawthorne, but Tommy thought that Tonopah was closer than it actually was, so we didn’t fuel up there. That led to some extra stress on our journey. When I brought up the fuel subject, and Tommy expressed that he “hoped” we had enough to make it, I was a bit concerned. I found it comical that unbeknownst to each other, we were praying constantly and fervently that we would make it to town without running out of fuel. Once in Tonopah, panic struck when we were almost out of town before we spotted a gas station that we could get the rig into. I’d seen a Texaco sign that said truck stop, and there were plenty of trucks parked at the back of the enormous parking lot, but we didn’t see diesel pumps for trucks. Thankfully, a trucker was walking by, and Tommy asked him where we could get fuel. The two diesel dispensers for trucks are not easily seen, but thank God they were there. The Texaco was the last fueling station for 94 miles, and we would not have made it that far. Tommy never waits until the tank is empty to fuel up. We’ve made two cross-country trips in Buford, that’s our motorhome’s name, and have never added more than 75 gallons of diesel. We put $250.00 in the tank, which got us almost 90 gallons. We have a 100-gallon tank, and despite the gauge reading full with $250.00, we don’t know exactly how close we came to running out. We have vowed never to let that happen again.

Our third stop was Pahrump, Nevada’s, Lakeside Casino, and RV Park. I’m thrilled to have booked a two-night stay here because not only is it gorgeous, but after the LONG drive here, we needed a couple of days to unwind. HWY-95 is well paved, and the inclines and declines are so gradual that you don’t even realize that you’ve climbed or descended thousands of feet. It was strange to be looking at nothing but desert, sand, cactuses and then see a sign that tells you the elevation is over 6800 feet. Throw in the many designated areas for putting chains on your tires, and it seems surreal. God’s traveling mercies continue to amaze us. It’s almost December, and we managed to miss snowfall.

When we arrived in Pahrump, it was a balmy 70 degrees. We passed many RV parks on the way to the one I’d picked, and Tommy was sick of driving, so he started to give me a hard time. I was beginning to think that I’d blown it until I saw this beautiful park. It is situated around a man-made lake. It’s a five-star park but very reasonably priced. It’s as clean as can be, has many trees, and even the full-timers take great care of their spots. I haven’t seen the casino because I can’t wear a face mask. With my claustrophobia, two minutes with a mask on is sheer torture.

I love to gamble, but not enough to endure a mask. Tommy checked the casino out and found it unbearable. He said there was a mask-Nazi working the place. People can pull their masks down to smoke or drink but must immediately put it back over their faces. His glasses kept fogging up so he couldn’t see, and when he mentioned it to the mask-cop, she told him to put shaving cream on them. He asked her if she had any, and she told him no. He said that the smoke was terrible, and he came back smelling like an ashtray after only a short visit. COVID is going to wind up saving us money. If Las Vegas rules are the same as they are here, I won’t be leaving any cash at their casinos either. How is it okay to let people take off their masks to blow cigarette smoke in the air but force you to keep one on while enjoying a beverage?

Today’s drive is a short one to the Las Vegas Thousand Trails. We are excited to see our friends and their new home. I thought that we had to check out on Thanksgiving Day, but come to find out, I’d confused my days of the week. Thankfully, I’d booked the correct dates moving forward. I had a panic attack when I thought I’d messed everything up. I use the RV Wizard app, and I swear by it. If I had looked closely at the days and not just the dates, I could have skipped some scary moments. It’s an excellent application for tracking your trip, including fuel stops, so that you know how far you’ve been, how far it is to where you are headed next, and when you should stop for fuel. You can name your trips, and they are saved on the app so you can look back and at them. It’s a great way to remember where you went and how you got there.

I plan to share our travel tales regularly. If you know someone that is RVing or is interested in doing it, be sure to share my blog posts and invite them to join my Facebook group, RV Road Trip with Tom, Cat & Paddy. I’ll share lots of tips and reviews about parks and travel and updates about mask requirements and other Rona BS. Sorry, but I think these lockdowns and forced behaviors are doing more harm to our countryman and our economy than the disease itself. With a recovery rate of over 99% and an at-risk group easily identified, the pandemic has been blown way out of proportion. This is my personal opinion. Don’t get mad at me if you disagree, and I’ll promise not to be mad at you if you believe masks are called for. One of the great things about America has been the right to voice your opinion. Sadly, that right has been eroding, and the censorship we’re currently experiencing is a threat to life as we know it.

So sorry, there I go with politics again. It’s hard to avoid it in these crazy times. I am so grateful for our health, and our families, and our home on the road. We are more blessed than I can say. I believe that the only way to get through these turbulent and scary times is to remember your blessings, pray regularly, help others whenever you can, and be grateful.

Happy trails and God bless you all.

So Much Is At Stake

So Much Is At Stake

I’m so excited that we are re-electing President Trump today. I believe with every fiber of my being; he will win by the biggest landslide in United States history. We will also turn some blue states red and elect people who will work with our President to get things done. The things that he has accomplished while battling with the Left through his presidency are mind-boggling.

I’m going to assume that most voters have made up their minds about who they will vote for by now. Just in case there are still some undecided folks out there, I wanted to share some news with you that you aren’t hearing from the media. They refuse to share one tidbit of positive information about our President. As far as I’m concerned, they have lost all credibility as journalists. Their prejudice and bias are reprehensible.

If you haven’t tuned into the feature-length documentary, America Lost, I strongly encourage you to do so. The film explores the life of three forgotten American cities. Memphis, Tennessee, Stockton, California, and Youngstown, Ohio. It is a comprehensive and eye-opening look at why some people, especially minorities, fall through the cracks simply because of where they live and why they cannot see their way out.

It couldn’t be a timelier release for this documentary. With organizations like Antifa and Black Lives Matter wreaking havoc in inner cities that are experiencing so many of the pitfalls discussed in the movie, it’s the perfect time to shine a light on what has been going wrong for decades. Our President, who is not a politician but a businessman, was the ideal guy to tackle the inner-city issues that have long been ignored by previous presidents, Republicans and Democrats alike. Politicians in congress have capitalized on these cites’ plight by lying to the very people they say they are trying to help only to secure their votes. It makes me sick. They are the ones stirring up all of the unrest and violence by pushing the race disparity narrative. Don’t get me wrong; I know that improvements can be made in this area, and it is precisely what our President has been doing.

Allow me to share some facts with you.
#1. Under the Trump administration, the unemployment rate among black, Hispanic, Asian, and minority Americans plummeted to US history’s lowest rates.
#2. Poverty rates for African and Hispanic American’s reached the lowest rates ever.
#3. The First Step Act implemented by Trump in 2018 did more for minorities than any other president in history. It enacted reforms to our justice system to make it fairer and help former inmates successfully return to society. The reforms addressed the inequities in sentencing laws that disproportionately harmed black Americans. By reforming mandatory minimum sentences, that often created injustice, and expanding judicial discretion in sentencing for non-violent crimes, The First Step Act helped thousands of inmates. More than 90% of whom are black Americans. The rehabilitation programs for inmates implemented will help them successfully rejoin society and not return to a life of crime.
#4. Trump is promoting second chance hiring to give inmates a better chance at finding gainful employment so they won’t return to a life of crime. The “Ready to Work Initiative” he launched helps connect employers directly with former inmates.
#5. The Trump Administrations Tax Cuts and Jobs Act, which saved hard-working Americans a lot of money, included adding Opportunity Zones for investors. The massive tax breaks and incentives have already created thousands of jobs by bringing businesses to low-income and undercapitalized communities.

The steps that President Trump has taken to reduce crime, unemployment and inequality for minorities are unprecedented. They are all things that his predecessors could have accomplished if they had a mind to. Many made huge promises and never followed through. Obama had eight years to do something for blacks and minorities, and he did nothing. By doing nothing for them and continuing to tell them that the issues plaguing them were because of their skin color, he has done an enormous disservice to us all. He left a legacy of disparagement, and if that weren’t bad enough, he and his Democrat cohorts are calling for violence and riots when President Trump wins.

Please pray and vote. Please vote for the people whose policies represent Biblical values. Please vote for freedom and not socialism. I think there are many smart Americans that can see through the media and the Left’s agenda. I believe that a vote for Trump and like-minded people to every office will result in the most robust economy that we have ever seen. I think that there will be more help for the oppressed, impoverished, and forgotten than any other administration has ever offered. It will come as a hand up, not a handout.

This points to the most significant difference in our candidates. Biden and the Democrat’s want to keep people enslaved in their situations with no hope for change. Our President wants to give people the tools to improve their conditions. A vote for Trump is a vote for hope and freedom. A vote for Biden is a vote for desperation, destruction, and socialism.

Thank you for your time. Now get out there and vote. God bless, Cat

The Faith of our Nation

The Faith of our Nation

 

Yes, ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it! John 14:14, the Living Bible.

I’m holding on to these words from Jesus with a vice grip these days. I understand that anything I ask God for needs to be biblically based. I can’t ask God to wipe Nancy Pelosi and our evil dictator of California, Gavin Newsom, off of the face of the planet and expect that it will be done for me. I haven’t been able to keep those desires from popping up in my head, but that’s no surprise to God. What I can do is follow them up with a prayer from Psalm 19:14: Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my rock and my Redeemer.

I believe that the need for Christians’ to get involved in the political process has never been more vital. It is apathy on the church’s part that has led us down the road where we find ourselves. It’s a scary route we face. Never in the history of our beautiful nation have our religious liberties been more under attack. The Democrats have made it plain where they stand on the issue of God. They removed, “So help me God,” from their oaths and took God’s name out of their pledge of allegiance to our flag, which they don’t seem to give a rip about anymore. All of this happened under our noses while way too many Christians stayed silent.

If one more person tries to tell me that Christianity and politics should not be intermingled in a conversation, I’m going to scream! If we aren’t voting based on our religious convictions, we shouldn’t be voting. Sadly, it’s the path that many Christians have taken, and it is the reason that so many ungodly people hold powerful positions. A 2014 survey reported that 70.6 % of American’s identified themselves as Christians. How is it possible that with such a staggering statistic, we have such a morally corrupt government?

In Pew Research Center telephone surveys conducted in 2018 and 2019, 65% of American adults describe themselves as Christians when asked about their religion. That’s a significant decline in a short amount of time. Our nation’s moral fiber is being eroded at an astonishing rate, and as Christians, it’s time that we stepped up and put a stop to this trend. It’s not okay to stand back, wring your hands, and say that it must be God’s will. If God weren’t interested in us doing our parts, He wouldn’t have told us what He did in 2 Chronicles 7:14 – Then if my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and restore their land.

Our land needs healing, folks! We need to stop sitting on our hands and put them in a posture of prayer. We need to turn from our wicked ways. We need to stop being so self-absorbed that we don’t see or do anything about others’ plight. And, YES, we need to participate in the political process to see that the people who represent us exemplify our moral beliefs. They shouldn’t support the killing of helpless unborn babies. They should believe in the sanctity of marriage between a man and a woman. They shouldn’t turn their heads to the violence of Black Lives Matter and Antifa, stating that they have a just cause. And they darn well shouldn’t be advocates for removing “One Nation Under God” from our pledge of allegiance, “In God We Trust” from our money, and “So Help Me God” from our oaths.

If you don’t take a stand for what is right, you advocate for what is wrong. As Christians, we cannot and should not do that. I’m believing for the return of Godly people to our government offices in huge numbers. I’m praying in Jesus’ name and believing for a miracle, which is what it will take to make that happen. Christians need to make their way to the polls in unprecedented numbers. We need a landslide, or the cheating Democrats will do everything in their power to see that our votes don’t matter. If they claim that there are too many mail-in ballots that haven’t been counted yet, they can drag out their loss and wreak havoc on this country for months.

Let’s face it, people, it is going to get ugly before this election is over. Even when it is, we will have to fight the deposed leaders who will kick and scream and advocate violence. The media is going to lose its mind. I remember their shock and dismay in 2016 when we elected President Trump. And, all of the rich and famous people that have been pouring money into the Harris/Biden camp will continue to use their billions in an attempt to expunge the will of the American people.

I believe that the disgusting behavior we are seeing from the far-left won’t hold a candle to the savagery that will ensue. That shouldn’t keep Christians from doing what is right. We will need to stand together loud and proud and possibly armed. Please don’t stand on the sidelines and let evil triumph over good. Please don’t let the Far-left politicians with their socialist agendas destroy America. I’m pleading with every Christian to pray, vote, and stand for what is right. I have to believe that you will. I refuse to believe that you won’t. God is preparing to make the most significant move for righteousness that His people have ever witnessed. Yes, ask for anything using my name, and I will do it. John 14:14.

I’m asking folks, and I hope you are too. God bless our president, and God bless America!

So Much Is At Stake

You Call That a Debate?

I was expecting to be entertained by last night’s debate, but I could not have prepared myself for the bedlam that ensued. I believe that Chris Wallace deserves much of the blame for the lunacy that took place. I maintain that President Trump was the victor, but it was not an idyllic triumph, by any means. To his credit, it did appear that he was in a debate with Wallace and Biden. The definition of a mediator, one that mediates, especially one that reconciles differences between disputants, does not describe what Wallace was last night. The bias on the part of Chris was unmistakable, and he should be ashamed.

Biden on Obama Care was infuriating. The fact that he touts it as a great program that our president is destroying is laughable. The president’s America First Health Care Plan that he unveiled last week promises to cover pre-existing conditions, be cheaper than Obama Care, expand health care choices, and lower health care costs for seniors and families. Wallace wanted to camp on the fact that it took over three years for the Trump administration to finish building it and that it hasn’t been implemented this late in his first term. The time it took to put the package together apprises me that it will blow the doors off of Obama’s jumbled and mandated program, which he shoved down American’s throats. The failed Affordable Care Act and its 840-million-dollar website should not be seen as a feather in Biden’s cap, but one more reason not to vote for Sleepy Joe. I am grateful that one of our president’s first accomplishments was killing the mandate that forced people to pay fines for not purchasing medical insurance that they could not afford. It is just one of his many achievements, and I can only imagine what he will accomplish in his next term when he has a Republican House and Senate backing him up.

I believe that Biden was on medication to keep his eyes open. He refused to take a drug test despite Trump volunteering to do so. The many times he called my president a clown and the stupid smirk he wore almost cost me an excellent television. It was all I could do not to hurl something large and heavy at it. The lies that spewed from Biden’s mouth were maddening. Did he actually say that Antifa is not an organization? I might have thought it was fake news saying such a thing if I hadn’t heard it come out of his mouth.

I could go on and on, but I don’t think it’s necessary. Do I wish that Trump could have remained calm and less combative during the debate? Of course, I do. However, since Biden got under my skin and almost cost me a 63-inch Sony, I can’t slight my president. I might have walked over and punched Sleepy Joe in the nose. Overall, I think it took great restraint from a president that has been vilified and attacked by the media and the Democrat’s well before he stepped into the Oval Office not to go completely off the rails.

I don’t know if the so-called debate will change anyone’s minds about who they are voting for. Trump fans like me tuned in to see our president wipe up the floor with Sleepy Joe, and Biden fans watched in hopes that he wouldn’t make too big of a fool of himself, as he has just about every time he opens his mouth. If there is another debate, there needs to be a REAL moderator called in. I don’t know of anyone in the media that we could count on to do the job. Maybe they can find someone who will ask the critical questions and address things like abortion, terrorism, the Second Amendment, and the stripping of the religious freedoms afforded to us by the First Amendment.

I’m going to continue to pray for President Trump’s re-election, and a giant Red Wave like this country has never seen. God bless our president, and God bless America.

Copyright © 2020 Charisse Tyson

Can You Laugh at Yourself?

Can You Laugh at Yourself?

Laughter is good medicine. I think we could all use a little more of it right now. Can you laugh at yourself? Is there a self-deprecating story that you can share to give us all a chuckle? When I think about the embarrassing things that have happened to me, the first thing that comes to mind is the light post in Cayucos with my name on it. Tommy and I had taken a road trip along the coast and stopped in the little beach town for some lunch. We had enjoyed a beverage, maybe two, at the Old Cayucos Tavern. It is a historic place built in 1906, and if you visit Cayucos, it’s a must-see. However, they don’t serve food. We ventured across the street to a quaint-looking little restaurant. I don’t know what I was looking at behind me, but when I turned around, I ran smack-dab into a light post. It wasn’t one of those cute little numbers that are only three inches around and have adorable lanterns hanging from them. It was a full-fledged foot wide metal job. When I swung my head around, I smacked my forehead against it at full-force. I’m not exaggerating when I say that the pole reverberated. This particular pole was situated right across from the restaurant’s HUGE picture window. I was sure that everyone in the building heard the thump of my head on that pole and was now looking at me. Before Tommy could get the words out, “Are you okay?” I told him to just keep walking. I didn’t want to stop and draw any more attention to myself than I already had. To say that I was mortified would be an understatement. I can’t remember if we ate at the restaurant with the picture window or if I made Tommy take me somewhere else. I do remember sitting across from my husband at the table, my head pounding, and actually feeling the lump developing between my eyes. The look on Tommy’s face was filled with worry. He was concerned about my health, but I could tell that he was trying very hard not to laugh. I started to picture what my “run in” must have looked like, and I wanted to laugh too. I told him that I was okay, but I was going to need some aspirin and I gave him the all-clear on a knee-slapping chuckle. I laughed along with him, despite the pounding going on behind my eyes. Then I reached up and felt the protuberance on my forehead. I immediately excused myself to go to the restroom and see how bad I looked. Let’s just say we had a hasty lunch with me keeping my head down and staring only at my food. The incident took place in 1998, but parts of it I remember like it was yesterday. For over 22 years, anytime we run into something, almost run into something, or see someone else do so, we both have a chuckle. We always ponder if the light post still has my faceprint on it. People are funny. If we can’t laugh at ourselves, we will be miserable. If you have a story to share, please put it in the comments. We could all use a good laugh right about now.

Copyright © 2020 Charisse Tyson