Vacation Location. No Wrong Answer.

I came across a quote recently that made me think about vacations.

“Find what brings you joy and go there.”
— Jan Phillips

That seems to sum up a vacation to me. It isn’t the destination spot in itself. It isn’t having matching luggage, it isn’t wearing mouse ears or climbing rigging, or the perfect set of clubs; it isn’t anything specific, it’s how I feel when I get there.     It is…what brings you joy.

1970 people vacationing by Paul McDonough

Paul McDonough the great NYC photographer shared this nostalgic  peek into 1970 vacation time. He has a great exhibit showing now. More info here: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2307861/Paul-McDonough-exhibition-Americans-vacation-1970s-Nostalgic-collection-photos-captures-young-old-laugh-relax-soak-sun-summer-break.htmlIt

We all know the places that make us happy, and it is a fact those very specific things are not what pleases everyone. Vacations, adventure, or just time away to rest looks differently to each of us. Sometimes just finding a place to go can be the most difficult aspect of buggin’ out of the daily chore life. Our family dynamic proves out this challenge over and over again. I am happy just sitting creekside for days on end with a book, small fire, bucket for berry picking, good food and wines or new craft beer to explore. I don’t have to even leave camp to be happy. The further out of civilization the happier I am. My family refers to me as Pioneer Woman. My two teen boys are often opposites in their relaxation. One wants a slice of the city, a place to get pizza, a way to have internet and music access, and a good longboarding road or challenging road to push his bike to new limits.  The other son wants a quite, challenging road to bike, a hiking trail to conquer, a crawdad hole to discover or perhaps an endless clamming hole the size of Idaho and without question, water is somehow involved. My husband wants a place to journal, think about how to make things with his hands and sketch out the idea, drink nice coffee, paddle on some water, explore, visit with new folks along the way, yet never be far from some freshly baked treat I have created back at camp next to my small campfire.

Joy, is personal. Finding it is just as personal.

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The thing I love about Vintage Roving is that the quaint little trailers allow you to use the space as a jumping off spot to adventure, or a perfect place to hole up in the environment that best speaks to you. If you have people with varied interest vacationing together the trailer you can give you a tool to divide and conquer. You can camp near a city and go urbanite by day and camper by night. You can go find a barista or a craft beer and come back and whip up a great campfire hobo stew from things you bought at the Farmers Market exploration and finish with a homemade (bought at the local bakery) blackberry pie. It’s all in the location.

I’m curious, where do you like to travel, explore and find joy in Oregon?

Mountains? Dessert? Ocean? City? I think it would be fun to know more about what that looks like.

Where is your idea of the perfect spot for  a Vintage Roving -Adventure?

Adventure, delivered.

 

Vintage Trailers RRAAWWK!

You just can’t beat the Pacific Northwest when it comes to disappointing weather – which makes owning a travel trailer the best thing ever.

This week is Creation West, a four day outdoor concert in Enumclaw Washington with some of the biggest, and not-so-big Christian bands. Think Woodstock without LSD.

The mosh pit at Thousand Foot Krutch

Get rid of your personal bubble and rock out!

One of our sons is really in to this event. He’s the type of kid that begins the countdown clock to next year the second he leaves the parking lot at the end of the show. For him and some of his friends it’s a bit of a pilgrimage.

Basking in the light of Rock and Roll

Basking in the light of rock and roll

The trouble is you can never be too sure about what you’ll get for weather around these parts. Sure, we’re Northwesterners and we’re used to the rain, but who really wants to tent camp in a field with a few thousand people in the rain? Owning a vintage travel trailer allows us to do things we might otherwise reconsider because of weather or other circumstances.

Vintage trailer camping at Creation 2012

A little rain can’t dampen the rock and roll fun thanks to our vintage Kit Companion travel trailer

A trailer provides freedom. A vintage trailer provides freedom and coolness horsepower of about 1000. Both new and vintage come with a cost, you just need to decide which price you want to pay. For us, the price of owning a vintage trailer – dry rot, weight, funky wiring, sticky doors and not-so-perfect siding – is a price we’re comfortable with. The thought of making monthly payments that keep us from using a trailer is a big downer for us. We want to get out there and experience life and our trailers allow us to do just that.

Creation 2012 entry gate

Let the awesome begin!

Living life is where it’s at. Taking four teen-age boys on a pilgrimage to Enumclaw to spend time at the altar of Christian RAWK! is a pure delight. Hearing them talk about the bands on the “Fringe Stage” (Christian rock bands that might find it difficult to get stage time at a church), and seeing their delight at getting signatures on their phones from favorite band members is priceless. Sitting in the comfort of out little cabin on wheels, talking about this crazy life from a teen-age boy perspective is life-giving.

Card games and conversation

A vintage trailer is the perfect place to chill out between concerts

If you’re thinking of getting a vintage trailer and you’re not afraid of imperfection, go for it. When you’re standing with your teeneage son in the mosh pit, jumping up and down to the thunderous beat of rock and roll with your fists in the air , the little corner of lifted linoleum on the floor of your vintage tin can will be the last thing on your mind. Rock on.

Flaming stage pyrotechnics

Could’ve used some of these flames to warm up after the rain finally stopped…

Dreams In Color

After Boot Camp style cleaning and fresh make-up she is ready for company.

Dreaming in living color is something that comes natural to me. I am by way of profession a color consulant with decades of mixing paint in a paint department, studying color under my mothers wisdom as an artist, and generally being fully soaked in color. God has blessed me with being able to see color and know it the way some people taste food or smell perfume. I dream in color, I don’t care what experts say. I have awakened and gone into work and created a color I saw in my dream. I cannot put a brush to a canvas and create anything but abstract looking art when I am trying to make a portrait, I cannot shade a circle correctly, I cannot make a frame-worthy work of art to save my life, but I can mix you the color to use with relative ease in any situation. It is a gift I have crafted but that I do not work at, a natural extension of who my creator made me to be. I have honed the craft since Kindergarten. I could mix colors before I could write my own name.

When I found Thelma Lou she had been updated with a color slap-dash applied in all the wrong ways. It was a wrong color, a wrong application, a wrong look, a wrong feeling. I saw the mission to set the poor girl free with a make-over the moment I stepped through her doors. She birthed a dream since childhood in me, and I felt I could bring her cosmetically to the full potential she had and was worthy of. My husband downloaded an itunes song yesterday that has a lyric “I can move a mountain when a mountain moves in me.” When I met Thelma, a mouuntain stirred in me. She has been a process, a project, a vision, a comfort and a lot of elbow grease.

Thelma Lou Before Boot Camp and Make-Up.

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THELMA LOU BEFORE MAKE-UP.

Thelma Lou has been a work in progress for 13 months. She was pretty much cleaned up and ready to roll in about a week, but I have continued to adjust and tweak things that just seem more suited to what she needs. As we spend time together I have gone from putting all the fun ‘PRIVATE-GIRLS ONLY!’ necessities inside that make her comfy, to taking her to a more public use and less of my whims. I recently redid her bathroom. I am still awaiting changing her old “leaks like a sieve” blackwater tank to a new holding tank, so we can use the toilet fully functioning. Currently the toilet bowl is fitted with a chamber pot arrangement for night time, that gets emptied each morning. This last week I took her to a more prominent part of the inside. She got a custom paint job that in a small space photos don’t do her justice, but in life made all the difference. Her bathroom feels like that small second 1/2 bath off the kitchen now instead of the ugly closet. When you have a 15′ trailer, ALL the spaces need to look uniform in order for it to feel comfortable instead of like a musty crackerbox. Now, I remind you, that I am making these trailers road ready, not rebuilt. She had good bones. Bootcamp axle building 101, cleaning like there was no tomorrow from afternoon to daylight, sweating like a football team with daily doubles in August, and using more sandpaper than hardware store can hold, is the bootcamp of our past. Now we are just taking the good bones and applying paint, curtains, a bit of removable carpet, and some accents. The wobbles in the paneling damaged from storage and a few minor leaks are still there, the ancient vinyl contact like paper on the ceiling with wrinkles in the corners is still in place, just freshly painted. Somehow fresh paint and newly sewn and starched curtains takes the edge off her age and blems. She is 47 and I am 50 years old. We both have need for a little make up when company is coming. My make up looks a little different. It has foundation, mascara, blush, eye liner, lipstick. Her kit has paint, trim, carpet, curtains, and recovered cushions.

ImageMAKE-UP KIT CONTENTS OF JALET AND THELMA LOU.

All the same, we have both weathered the years and come out of them with a few wrinkles and lots of character, a bit more charm for the miles, and become welcoming to those we love. Make up applied correctly gives both of us the illusion of having it more together than we really do, and you know, at the grandma stage of my life, I am perfectly fine with that.

*Song on iTunes by Danny Schmidt -Houses Sing