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Click on the links above to see our "Wok-umentary" of our three month journey living in a bus as our family of five converts the world's first luxury motor home to run on free, waste vegetable oil, and then drive home, cross country on

The Fat Of America

August 11th, 2006
Location: Seattle, WA
Day 30

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-         Chris apologized to Steve about his outburst. Turns out the man is very sick, no not what you think. He has been coughing a lot and feeling very poorly this whole time. When he finally went to the doctor he was told that he has pneumonia and is prescribed some serious antibiotics. I feel bad for the guy but I surely would feel even more sympathetic if he bothered to not smoke at the same time.

-         Our black water is all full and we HAVE to dump

-         We find a laundry place nearby and have sushi while we wait for the laundry

-         We reserved a spot at an RV park for 3 nights, Lynnwood RV. Come to think of it I should have been suspicious when the friendly voice on the other end said “no, of course we have space…” We were sitting at the Kids café end for a minute we felt lucky until I started thinking about why they might have room when everybody else is absolutely booked? But we’ve been on the “road” for only a month and I am still learning to read the signs…

-         My God, what a dump! I could not believe we actually had found the right place…and to begin with we really couldn’t find it either. It was behind a car dealership and Steve drove right by the sign. After we turned around we had to go through the parking lot of the dealership to get to “Twin Cedars” and from there it got worse. Essentially it was just a parking lot filled with worn-out and rusty RVs and trailers. We looked really out of place and the bus is 10 years old. But not only that, there also was very little room to maneuver. It took us (à Steve) a minute to get our bearings and realize that this was an impossible place.

-          It wasn’t until a woman with a cigarette called out “You hit my car – you buy it” and Steve mumbled back “No problem, I have a 20 in my pocket”, that it was abundantly clear to both of us just what kind of place this was…

-         The space we were given was so small that we couldn’t fit between the neighbor’s doodee pipes on the right and the other’s slide out on the left…Steve tried but to no avail…I was extremely happy we didn’t fit because he might have wanted to stay in that case

-         We found a place to dump on the way out, which we really had to, trust me.

-         The other reason to hook up was, of course, to run the washer which is too temperamental to run on just the inverter. Well, so now we have to find another place to stay and do laundry.

-         A few blocks away we find a Laundromat at a mini strip mall. And wouldn’t you know it Sushi restaurant right next to it…so while our laundry is cooking we have dinner, Miso soup, Edamame, and all next door.

-         The question as to where to stay is still unanswered. We decided a while back that it’s a bad idea to look late at night for a place to stay. The amount of stress involved in finding a place in the dark, going down hills, and getting stuck, having to back up without being able to see a thing…it’s just too much for me. I always fancied myself as an adventuress, not too easily scared, but this trip has definitely proven me otherwise. I like a safety component to the most basic of life tasks. For instance, I like to know that I can shop without getting stuck in the parking lot. I like to go to bed without fear of police or gang members knocking on the door at 2 in the morning. Call me crazy, but I like to know that I can take a warm shower in the morning or at least which morning. I like to drive around and see the world, yes. But I sure like to know that we can go to the bathroom without it overflowing or without us having to inhale noxious fumes from the full black-water tank (how is that for a euphemism? It should be brown-water tank…). These are the things I’d like to not worry about. These are the things I worry about.

-         So anyhow, after the laundry is done, we climb back into our home, parked facing a green dumpster, and I plant myself on the street so Steve can back out. We drive around for a little while and find an acceptable looking parking lot. We end up staying at a Comp USA parking lot and all is quiet for another night. It actually feels a lot safer than the RV Park up the street…

Here was the view from Elbee that night.

 
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