The RV Adventure Begins

Melanie’s Decade Trip: Part 1

Seams Like a Story is taking a break from sewing to go on some summer adventures. Come along on a three part RV trip that was a decade in the making!  In this post…our RV adventure at Indiana State Parks begins!

What is a Decade Trip?

 When each of our grandchildren turn 10, Ed and I take them on a “Decade” trip (AKA “Skip-Gen” trip, no parents allowed) We choose this age because, according to the AARP article that inspired us, 10-year-olds are are old enough to take care of themselves (mostly), have fairly flexible schedules, and still eager to do things with their grandparents. When our oldest grandchild Michaela turned 10, we took her on a road trip to the Grand Canyon, Painted Desert, Petrified Forest, and St. Louis Arch. The Pandemic postponed her sister Melanie’s trip. She’s a decade plus one now, but this is her year!

Preparations:

 Some extra thought and planning went into this trip. Melanie is a bright, beautiful, energetic eleven-year-old whose smile lights up the room. seamslikeastory.com/melanies-tutu/ She loves Disney princesses and developed a passion for RVing after a family trip last year. Melanie has autism and is mostly non verbal. Though she can communicate through short, repeated phrases or words, she cannot carry on a conversation.  It takes dedicated family members and a team of professionals to meet her social, educational, and physical needs. We wanted to make sure the Decade trip would be fun, safe, and appropriate for her. We decided to do an RV adventure to Indiana State Parks, each within a 50-mile radius of her home.

RV Newbies

The newly anointed King of the Road

Ed and I had been tent camping when our kids were young, but were RV newbies. I was nervous. We knew nothing about RVs. I had visions of my husband Ed turning into “Cousin Eddie” from the Christmas Vacation movie. (you know the scene… “Shi**er’s full!”) We searched an online RV rental site (Outdoorsy) and found a 28 foot, class C motorhome (listen to me, I sound like a pro now) that was close to my daughter Kelli’s home and available for the dates we wanted. When the big day arrived, Kelli drove Ed to the pickup site where the owner went over the essentials; how to hook up electricity, water, sewage, and other basic operations. After a quick spin around the parking lot, the owner declared Ed an official RVer and handed off the keys.

While We Wait:

Its so hard to wait….

Melanie knew we were are about to go RVing and she was concerned when Ed and Kelli left without us. 

“Poppy and Mommy will get the RV and bring it here,” I say. “We’ll have lunch, then get in the RV.”

“Lunch… RV” Melanie repeats.

After lunch, she put on her winter hat and waited in her sensory swing by the window. It was a hot, humid Indiana day. Was the hat fulfilling a sensory need, or was it a fashion statement?  Maybe both.

Preparing for unpredictable Indiana weather.
Making a list, checking it twice…

While we waited for the RV’s arrival, I looked over the mountain of stuff we were taking for our 5 day trip and checked my list.  I swear, we took much less than this when we trekked across country with our 2 kids and camped with just a mini van, tent, Coleman cook stove, and cooler. Finally, the RV arrived. It looked much larger  than it did on the website listing. Can we really handle this thing? My anxiety mounts.

And We’re Off!

I’m looking more confident than I feel right now.

After packing in armfuls of food and clothing, we buckle in, say our goodbyes and Melanie’s Decade trip begins. “Don’t expect a smooth ride,” Ed said as  our hotel-on-wheels rattled out of the neighborhood. I hope that’s not a premonition. Kelli smiles and waves exuberantly from the driveway. She has the week all to herself.

Brown County State Park

We had gotten a late start. Thankfully, our first campsite was not far. Brown County State park in southern Indiana is known for dense forests and beautiful rolling hills. Once we checked in and found our spot, I jumped out and assumed my role as “She Who Waves and Yells Until the RV is Properly Parked.” I wasn’t very good at my job, but eventually we got the big rig situated to Ed’s satisfaction. Brown County State Park doesn’t have water or sewer hook ups on site, but the owner of our RV  assured us we had enough water and sewer storage available for the night. We will try to be conservative with both. We plugged in the electricity and got the AC going.

Make Yourself at Home

Melanie’s nest.

Melanie was excited and immediately staked out her spot. She piled blankets, pillows, her favorite Disney Princesses, and her iPad onto the mattress in the sleeping loft above the cab.  I showed her how to climb the ladder. To get down, I turned tummy-to-the ladder; but she preferred to go down facing out. That works, too. I watched as she set her iPad on the table and filmed herself going up and down the ladder.

She found a quiet spot outside and watched herself in the ladder-climbing movie repeatedly. This is typical for Melanie; she depends on her iPad. The movies she makes are windows into her world.

Playground Challenges

One step at a time on this unusual ladder

There are only a few foods that Melanie will eat. For this trip we have packed some of her favorites. She had toaster pancakes with peanut butter, milk, and a fruit cup for dinner. Ed and I made tacos from the meat we’d prepared at home. Melanie was curious and tried a few bites. After dinner, we walked to the playground and found a climbing structure with a ladder. She practiced her new climbing skills to get to the top, but was nervous about getting back down this wonky ladder.  The “facing out” technique she’d used to get down from the loft in the RV didn’t work here.

Getting down presents a challenge.

 The only other way down was to navigate the slats on the side of the structure. This was out of her comfort zone. “Poppy”  came to the rescue, and coxed her to the edge of the platform. “I’ve got you, now jump.” he cajoled as he lifted her down. She showed little emotion, but I could tell she’d been scared. “No, jump.” she said as she walked away giving the climbing structure a dirty look over her shoulder.

And to All a Goodnight

Back in the RV, Melanie watched a Disney movie on her iPad in the loft while Ed and I played Gin Rummy at the dinette. Melanie was restless and had a hard time winding down. At 11:00, I said, “Finish the movie, then bed.” “Movie, bed” she repeats. She doesn’t protest as I help her get ready for bed. The water coming out of the bathroom faucet sputters. Unsure of our supply, we used bottled water to brush our teeth. Melanie has no hesitation in using the tiny toilet; fortunately that system seems to be working, though I think it smells like a port-a potty. PJs on, into the loft, lights out for all. Ed and I aren’t far away in the queen size sleeping area that pops out at the push of a button. I worried that I’d roll over and hit the button, scrunching us in our sleep, though Ed thinks that’s unlikely to happen.

We heard Melanie chatting and moving around for another 30 minutes. Then all was quiet. I was “asleep”, but aware, like when my kids were little. At 1:30 I heard Melanie coming down the ladder heading for her iPad. “No, iPad,” I say. “Go back to bed.” She grins slyly, scrambles up the ladder and jerks the curtain closed as if the night escapade never happened. I fell asleep to the sound of rain on the roof. Decade trip…day one… in the books. Everyone is fed, all in one piece, and happy.  We have AC, and are out of the rain. I think this just might work.

Playground pals
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Threads of Thought:

What are your camping stories?

Something to think about: The climbing structure at the campsite seemed like fun, until I watched Melanie try to navigate it. The only other option for play was a swing set with 2 “squeeze your butt” type seats. How could we make our state park playgrounds accessible to all children?

(and their grandparents LOL)

I’m a grandmother, retired teacher, blogger and author. You can read about my transition from teaching in “Out of the Crayon Box: Thoughts on Teaching, Retirement, and Life http://amazon.com/author/debravandeventer/

Love and War

California Dreaming Part 3: Midway and Oceanside

Seams Like a Story is taking a break from sewing to go on some summer adventures. My “California Dreaming” series features three posts from a recent trip to Southern California. Post one featured the Pacific Ocean.http://seamslikeastory.com/the-pacific-ocean/ Our second stop was Balboa Park in San Diego. http://seamslikeastory.com/balboa-park/

In the final “California Dreaming” post, we visit the Midway Battleship Museum in San Diego, and Oceanside, California.

This larger than life rendition of “Unconditional Surrender” stands next to the Midway Battleship Museum.

Battleships in the “Peaceful Sea”

San Diego is the site of an active Naval Base. We saw several ships docked in the bay and sailors in crisp white dress uniforms enjoying time with friends and family members while on leave in town. San Diego is also home to the Midway Battle Ship Museum where we spent an interesting morning.

The navy commissioned this massive aircraft carrier in 1945, eight days after WWII ended, and named it for the climactic battle of Midway. Though it was not part of that mission, it saw action in the Vietnam War, Persian Gulf, and Desert Storm. Decommissioned in 1992, it now serves as a museum.

The ocean Magellan named Mar Pacifico (Peaceful Sea) has wartime ties. Just up the coast in Oceanside is a Marine base that has personal significance for my husband. 

Oceanside: In Search of a Birthplace

 According to Ed’s birth certificate, he was born in Oceanside, California, in the Naval hospital at Camp Pendleton. He has no memories of Oceanside as he only lived there a few months, but it has always been a source of pride for him, something that sets him apart from the rest of his Indiana family. He’d always wanted to visit Oceanside.  How he arrived into the world in this place is an interesting story…

Balboa Park

California Dreaming: Part 2

Seams Like a Story is taking a break from sewing to go on some summer adventures. My “California Dreaming” series features three posts from a recent trip to Southern California. Post one featured the Pacific Ocean. http://seamslikeastory.com/the-pacific-ocean/

The second post takes me to historic Balboa Park in San Diego.

Urban Oaisis

“If you go to San Diego, you must visit Balboa Park,” friends said. This iconic urban oasis hosted the 1915-16 Panama-California Exposition and the 1935-36 California Pacific International Exposition. Both events left buildings that are now registered as historic landmarks. Here you will find walking paths, museums, theaters, restaurants and the San Diego Zoo.  

A Witness to History

As we strolled around the beautiful park waiting for the Natural History Museum to open, we came across this Moreton Bay Fig tree. Planted in the formal gardens created for the 1915 Exposition, the tree has seen many changes to its surroundings as the park has developed. Its longevity is remarkable in light of the fast changing, throwaway world we live in. A fitting guardian to treasures in the beautiful Natural History Museum just steps away.

The Pacific Ocean

California Dreaming: Part 1

Seams Like a Story is taking a break from sewing to go on some summer adventures. My “California Dreaming” series features three posts from a recent trip to Southern California. This first post takes me to the shores of San Diego, a half a day’s drive, but worlds away from my home in the desert Southwest.

Life on Hold

We’d been planning this trip with our friends for some time. Waiting for vaccinations. Waiting until it was safe to travel with precautions. Waiting for the world to exhale. Excited to be making our first timid steps back into the world after a year of turmoil and isolation. The past year had taken it’s toll on us all.

We rented a small bungalow just a few blocks from the ocean. We’d planned to do some sightseeing in San Diego: Balboa Park, The USS MIdway Battleship Museum, Little Italy, Old Town; but I was most excited to see the ocean. It had been several decades since I’d stepped foot in the warm waters of the Gulf Coast, and even longer since I’d seen the Pacific. I love my home in the desert; the mountains and Saguaros ground me. But lately, I’ve been longing for the ocean. 

Toes in the sand

I couldn’t wait. Once we’d checked in and dropped off our bags, I headed to the beach, practically running ahead of the others. It was too chilly to swim. I rolled up my jeans and kicked off my shoes, feeling the cool, wet sand squeeze between my toes. For the longest time I stood, breathing the salt-tinged air, listening to the crash of the waves, gazing at water so expansive it bent around the horizon.