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6/25/10
6/22/10
Meeting "THE MOUNTAIN"
We didn't have long to wait. Within a couple of weeks we had offers from Mt. Lemmon AZ, Lake Bomoseen VT, and a remote sight in Washington state. As much as we would have loved going to Vermont, common sense prevailed and we accepted the Mt. Lemmon gig.
At the time we were still very much homeowners with all the baggage that implies. You know, you don't own a home - it owns you. There were plants to water, bills to pay, and rocks to rake (very little grass in AZ). The Mt. Lemmon job was an hour and a half from home so it seemed prudent to go with that one.
We had a little over a month to report for duty, but we don't wait well so up the mountain we went to scope out the campgrounds. Turned out there are four Forest Service campgrounds on the mountain and we had no idea which one would be ours. All were closed for the winter so we parked the car and hiked in about a mile to get a look. It was a cold blustry day with snow and ice still clinging along creek banks, wind stinging our cheeks, eyes and noses running.
Our hearts sank as we rounded a turn and the clearly marked "host" sites came into view. Only one had on-site sewage, and all were clinging precariously to the side of the mountain. Did I mention we're at 7400' at this point? Not one level site, or anything resembling a pad or driveway. We looked at one another and I went to shelter behind a pile of dirt, perching on a cold cold rock. Danny went exploring.
All the way down that winding mountain road we discussed the possibilities. If we could just snag the site with the sewer we decided we'd make it work. It was, after all, supposed to be an adventure.
Next on the agenda - find and buy a house on wheels.
At the time we were still very much homeowners with all the baggage that implies. You know, you don't own a home - it owns you. There were plants to water, bills to pay, and rocks to rake (very little grass in AZ). The Mt. Lemmon job was an hour and a half from home so it seemed prudent to go with that one.
We had a little over a month to report for duty, but we don't wait well so up the mountain we went to scope out the campgrounds. Turned out there are four Forest Service campgrounds on the mountain and we had no idea which one would be ours. All were closed for the winter so we parked the car and hiked in about a mile to get a look. It was a cold blustry day with snow and ice still clinging along creek banks, wind stinging our cheeks, eyes and noses running.
Our hearts sank as we rounded a turn and the clearly marked "host" sites came into view. Only one had on-site sewage, and all were clinging precariously to the side of the mountain. Did I mention we're at 7400' at this point? Not one level site, or anything resembling a pad or driveway. We looked at one another and I went to shelter behind a pile of dirt, perching on a cold cold rock. Danny went exploring.
All the way down that winding mountain road we discussed the possibilities. If we could just snag the site with the sewer we decided we'd make it work. It was, after all, supposed to be an adventure.
Next on the agenda - find and buy a house on wheels.
6/21/10
And so it Begins................
By way of introduction to this blog, we are the "migrating Byrds". We wander the country in our 38' fifth wheel which we call home.
This Big Adventure began about 5 years ago upon our retirement from the working world, a day I thought would never arrive. Then within a blink of an eye it was "R" day and we were free from the 9 to 5 grind. We had sort of planned for retirement in that we had a vague idea of what we wanted to do, but had not given a lot of thought to how to make it happen. You'll note a recurring theme throughout the blog, if we wish it - it will be so!
Workampers - a term loosely applied to folks who live in their selected mode of transportation and or housing; work in a campground, RV resort, local job, National park, etc. etc. etc. (Also known as camp hosts). Basically we're "normal" people with a wanderlust for new places, people, and experiences.
So how does one find a workamper job? We began by subscribing to an online site where you can post a resume, search for workamper jobs, connect with other workampers via forums, and glean all kinds of information related to the lifestyle.
We posted our resume and sat back waiting for the phone to ring. And So It Begins............
This Big Adventure began about 5 years ago upon our retirement from the working world, a day I thought would never arrive. Then within a blink of an eye it was "R" day and we were free from the 9 to 5 grind. We had sort of planned for retirement in that we had a vague idea of what we wanted to do, but had not given a lot of thought to how to make it happen. You'll note a recurring theme throughout the blog, if we wish it - it will be so!
Workampers - a term loosely applied to folks who live in their selected mode of transportation and or housing; work in a campground, RV resort, local job, National park, etc. etc. etc. (Also known as camp hosts). Basically we're "normal" people with a wanderlust for new places, people, and experiences.
So how does one find a workamper job? We began by subscribing to an online site where you can post a resume, search for workamper jobs, connect with other workampers via forums, and glean all kinds of information related to the lifestyle.
We posted our resume and sat back waiting for the phone to ring. And So It Begins............
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