We just entered California on the second day of our great moving adventure. We are both happy to be on the road and headed to our new home. I have lived in a lot of places, moved around the country on several occasions, but this time feels surreal and exciting at the same time. It is the first time I have decided to permanently settle somewhere besides Oregon, with no intention of returning, and the first time I have done so with another person. We are both thrilled and a little scared.
The last few days have been exhausting. We picked up our rental truck on Monday morning, drove to my friend Kathleen’s house to pick up my boxes that were stored there, drove to my friend Mark’s house to get the last of my boxes, then drove home to pack the truck with the piano. Our timing was perfect; we drove up just as the piano movers did.
A word about piano movers–they are brilliant at their job. They loaded up a baby grand and got her on the truck in under a half an hour. I was mightily impressed. We had a set of stairs at our Oregon house. They led from the yard down to the street. The piano movers backed up their truck and placed a bridge across. They then just wheeled the piano across the bridge, backed their truck up to ours, set the bridge into our truck, and rolled the piano onto our truck. Viola, piano loaded!
After the piano movers left, we loaded some gross furniture on the truck to take to the dump. That was an experience. We went to an environmental dump where they parcel everything out into different piles depending on what it is. There was a giant wood pile, a giant couch dismantling station with piles of upholstery, foam, and wood, and a giant plastic pile. The plastic was tossed onto a conveyor belt where it was dumped into a compactor that turned it into hideous, plastic lumps. I am constantly refusing to buy certain items for Milla because they are landfill disasters. I took a photo of the landfill disaster and sent it to her to see where all the ugly plastic goes when it breaks or someone doesn’t want it anymore. Too bad we can’t put the dump next to Walmart or Target so people can see where the shit goes six months after they buy it.
After the dump at nearly 4 in the afternoon, we headed home to load up. Boyfriend wanted to leave early Tuesday morning. I thought he was being overly optimistic, but hey, who am I to rain on his parade? Unfortunately, Boyfriend’s belongings were not quite packed yet. We started packing boxes and loading the truck at the same time. A friend came to help, but things were slow. Another friend of Boyfriend called and offered to help. It was dark but things were moving. Boyfriend’s mom came and helped to pack the kitchen (thank goodness–she was a lifesaver). Her fiance’ packed Boyfriend’s bike (thank goodness again).
One of our best helpers was Robert, an old, alcoholic singer with grey hair. Long in the face and long in tooth, he is simply awesome. He took charge and ordered Boyfriend and helpers diplomatically. When rope needed cutting, he pulled out his trusty “Old Timer” pocketknife. Such an old character, so cool, and he adores Boyfriend. He was indispensable.
It became apparent after the mattresses went into the truck that all the stuff would not fit. We packed the truck completely, but realized at about 10 p.m. we were going to have to get a trailer. The rental places were closed at that hour so we amended our plan to leave until later on Tuesday. Finally, at about midnight, we were ready to stop work and get food. It had begun raining about 11, so we were grateful everything was in out of the weather and that we could finally eat. After eggs at an all night Denny’s we headed home to get a tiny bit of sleep. We had packed the bed so we curled up on an old twin mattress on the floor.
Our dog was confused by all the changes. She had spent the day wandering around watching all her stuff leave the house, her black, triangle-shaped head cocked to one side. She lay on her bed next to us, blinking sleepily. I can only imagine her doggy thoughts. Probably not much more than some vague notion that life was not right, and hopeful her people wouldn’t leave. Before dawn the next morning Boyfriend moved to his roommate’s futon because he kept falling off the twin mattress, so the dog came and curled up next to me. It wasn’t until the alarm went off that I realized it was the dog I was snuggling and not my warm man. She was a worthy substitute.
The next morning I immediately called the Uhaul up the street. They had trailers we could look at. As we drove the truck to get the trailer, it became patently obvious that the truck had not been packed evenly. It listed precariously to the right, all the weight dragging it over. A baby grand piano, 300 pound armoire, and thousands of records were all on one side, mattresses were on the other. Damn it if we weren’t going to have to repack half the truck.
Boyfriend immediately jumped on the phone and called everyone he could think of who might help us. An hour later we had three friends to help, the rain had stopped, and we began to furiously unload to beat the weather and lost time. We managed to reload and load the trailer in only a couple of hours. We both feel much better about the reload; the armoire and records are now on the opposite side of the truck from the piano. We also repacked a bit more securely. It must have worked; so far at every check, nothing has shifted and fallen.
We were finally able to leave the house at about 6 p.m. Tuesday night. We had to stop and give a friend the key to Boyfriend’s car because he is selling it for us. We also had to stop and buy a lock for the trailer. It was rainy and late, and traffic was terrible because of the hour, but we were both so excited to be on our way, we didn’t care.
Boyfriend climbed a steep learning curve last night on how to drive a big truck with a trailer. I have driven many trucks and trailers because I have hauled horses all my adult life. I am used to the stopping distance and turning radius required. I have learning how important it is not to overcorrect, how a little move of the steering wheel results in a big move with a heavy vehicle. Boyfriend figured it out last night driving in the dark and rain. Needless to say, his shoulders were a bit tense.
Today, however, is a different story. He is driving like a pro. At one point he went to pass a slow car in the right lane. The truck began rocking side to side. He held the wheel and the rocking gradually ceased. Later, he was making strong man arms as he climbed the mountains at 45 mph.
Our iPhones have been a fantastic road trip addition. Once we were finally on the road, we figured we would make it to Grants Pass, Oregon for the night. I jumped on the internets and booked a room on Expedia for $40 a night. Not bad for a twin bed, clean room, and warm bath! Tanya the dog approved of the room, and she protected us this morning from an 80-year-old Navy veteran. Good dog, Tanya!
Luckily for us but not so for the planet, it has been sunny and warm today. It was too warm for hats and scarves, that’s for sure. Anyone who thinks climate change is a myth is deluded. We spent the last two hours driving over the Siskiyou Pass. At 4600 feet there was barely any snow on the tops of the mountains off in the distance. Everywhere else it looks like late August. I can’t quite express my dismay and fear at the sight. Things really are changing; arguing over it is a tragic waste of time.
Right now we are driving through Shasta national forest. It is breathtakingly lovely. Here there actually is snow on the ground, but the road is completely clear and dry and the sun is shining. We could not ask for better conditions for driving the first week of January. Our original plan was to head south through Albuquerque, but forecasts and friends assure us we can go through Denver without any problems. We will decide here in few hours because we have to decide by Reno whether to continue to Elko or head south. Right now it is looking like it will be Boulder. We’ll get to stay with friends and see Milla besides. Sounds good to me.