Real progress!

We have been working hard and so have the roofers, plumbers, carpenters and electrician. After returning two tub faucets and one sink faucet, I think the third try at finding a faucet that will work for the tub will hopefully work.  .

 Mike and I have been wildly painting and have three sides of the house done.  And our arms and legs and faces etc. are painted also.  After all of our experiments with blues, greens, purple etc.  we decided to paint the house yellow.  It is a more dynamic yellow than the old paint, but yellow none the less.

 The deck has begun and the stairs are going to be awesome.  Where there are stairs, there is no railing to block our view while sitting down.

Two shades of yellow.

 And last but not least - we have a new roof.  Because the roofer went on vacation, we spent about three weeks without a roof.  And we were lucky in that we were in the middle of one of the area's longest periods of rainless days in history.  Rain is predicted tomorrow and we are covered!

Progress?

     I think we are making progress.  We have a building permit and can build.  So we have un-built the walls.
     And, we un-built the deck.

     And we pulled off the roof!

So, we seem to be making great progress!  The good news though is that we have added insulation.

Isn't insulation supposed to be on the bedroom floor?

       We have new wires.

They just are not connected to anything!

And, what is very exciting is that we have new wood that does not smell like rot and mold, and sub-floors that you cannot put your foot through.

We haven't un-built the view!

Really, we are making progress, but we are obviously not finished!

Time for a change

     Sometimes life just sneaks up on you.  We learned through our winter in California that traveling is just too hard on Mike.  He needs someplace permanent to stay and settle down.  I would love to keep traveling, but I love Mike much more, so we have returned to Whidbey Island.  We started looking for a small home on no more than 1/2 of an acre.  First we found a little house on Deer Lake.  We were getting pretty excited when we learned that the septic system had failed and it would cost $20,000 to build a new one.  We were disappointed, but returned to looking at real estate.  We found another property, with a small house and a great view and access to the sound.  We made an offer on April 27th.  It was a "short" sale, but the listing said that the price was "bank approved" and that there would be no delays.  In bank talk, that means it takes forever.  It took three weeks to even get the bank to look at the offer!  Then we had a nightmare working with one bank.  We kept hearing that we could do it, we just need one more thing.  And we were told that the appraisal would be a drive by, but the drive-by turned into a very thorough inspection with a long list of "must dos".  Again, we worked and worked.  We obtained two estimates on everything in the long list.  We provided proof of our blood types and genetic makeup.  But in the end, when the bank insisted on a building permit before closing, and the town said we couldn't even apply until we could prove ownership of the property, we threw in the towel - for about 10 hours; just long enough for all the contractors we planned on using to take us out of their schedule.  And then we found another bank that specializes in construction loans, and we closed on July 30th.  We have moved our trailer to the property, but will continue to live in the trailer while the major remodeling takes place.
   

We took several "before" pictures, showing that it is a small house, (925 square feet) and that it needs a lot of work.

We also took pictures to show why we thought all the work was worth it!  Great view and beach just 1/2 block away!  Since we have moved here (yes, only one week) I have walked on the beach every day.

But I don't want to minimize the work to be done.

This is our pet mushroom, growing in the laundry room.

Beautiful modern kitchen with lots of cabinet space.

Bathroom.

Living room with stylish curtains.

One of two lovely bedrooms with the latest in curtains.

What the pictures don't show is the antique old torch down roof that is leaking and allowing mold and mushrooms to grow.  AND the SMELL is BIG.  We have to admit, it is scary to take on this project.  It takes blind faith (or extreme stupidity) to keep going.

Jade Cove

Looking down into the cove - you can see the trail down.

Our compatriot, park aide, surfer, and jade finder extraordinaire, Dylan, has shown us many beautiful pieces of jade he has found on the beaches near here.  He also told us about Jade Cove.  Jade cove is the purported best place to find jade in this area.  He told us the trail down was a “little climb” and we went for it.  After all, the cove is full of jade. So we slowly made our way down the steep trail, all the way to 30 feet above the bottom.  And then, we grabbed hold of the rope attached to the cliffs, wrapped it around our hands and hopped, repelled, and slithered our way down to the bottom.  We made it, and then we looked up, and wondered how the hell were we going to get back up.

The cove is full of rocks

And more rocks.

We scrounged through the rocks, and rocks and more rocks.  We found lots of green rocks.  Can they all be jade?  We talked to other jade searchers.  We still didn’t know if we had jade.  So we just kept looking and filling our pockets with rocks.  I did notice some young women sitting above the last 30 feet, waiting for their comrades and refusing to go down the last drop.  Did they know something we didn’t?  It did raise our anxiety level a tad! 

Once we had both gained about 20 pounds in rocks, we decided that it was time to climb out.  Mike, man with a worn out painful shoulder went first.  And then I climbed out.  Really, it was pretty easy, but we both kept thinking , just what would happen if we slipped.  There may be a reason why no other people our age climbed down there.  We haven’t been back.

Active jade hunter

Halfway up

At the top of the rope!

So we took our precious findings back to camp to show Dylan.  He very tactfully went through our collection and showed us what was “false jade”; a soft soapstone type of green rock, and what was jade. It turns out Jade is very hard and can’t be scratched with steel. The false jade pile was 39.99 pounds and the real jade, was one piece, ¼ inch in diameter. 

We have since learned that Sand Dollar Beach also has jade, and it has a real trail all the way to the beach.  Dylan finds beautiful pieces almost every day when he goes to surf.  And we find lots of pretty green rocks.  Soft rocks.

Elephant seals and serpentine roads

Parts of this coast look like Ireland

Herds of Elephant Seals

Light house in the distance

Fat baby

A few miles north of San Simeon, Elephant Seals slither out of the water and cover a few beaches from December through March every year.  After they arrive, the females begin giving birth to the pups they have nurtured for 11 ½ months.  When the pups are born they are very wrinkly, with skin enough to cover the fifty pounds they will gain in the first two weeks.  The mothers feed them for a month or more, and then breed again for next year.  Talk about being barefoot and pregnant all the time!  While they breed right away, they have a mechanism that delays the actual pregnancy until after the female has been able to gain some weight.   I envy female seals.  No one ever tells them they are overweight.  Once a year they become perilously skinny and have to eat and eat!  I bet they could eat all the chocolate they want!

 Males are often 16 to 17 feet long and weight 4000 to 5000 pounds.  The book in the Lime Kiln State Park office on marine mammals states, “They can be approached closely, usually neither fleeing nor attacking unless unduly disturbed.”  I have to wonder, how does a seal define “unduly disturbed”?  Can I tickle its strange proboscis?  Can I go 20 feet from the male and tell him he is really ugly?  What happens if I do “unduly disturb” him and he attacks?  I may be overweight, but I am nowhere near 4000 pounds!   I think I would be unduly disturbed if I had to flee an elephant seal!  We saw some males challenging each other and let me tell you, they move fast! 

Madona and child

New baby with wrinkled skin

Resting

Unfortunately, these pictures don’t really give you the complete affect of this gathering of blubbery breeders.  You can’t hear the males roaring at each other as they build their harems and challenge each other.  You can’t hear the females that scream like a woman in danger.  And you can’t smell their sweet fishy breath, or the fact that there are no treated outhouses on the beach.  Even so, thousands of tourists come every year to watch, and they are fascinating, partly because they are just so strange looking.  Happily, there are signs everywhere stating that they are wild animals and should not be approached.  I was not unduly disturbed.

Don't worry - there is a guard rail

Worry now - there is no guard rail

Highway 1 is like no other road I have ever driven.  The road is perched on cliffs and varies from one hundred to several hundred feet above the sea and rocks below.  The posted speed limit is 55 miles per hour, but that speed is rarely possible.  You weave through corner after corner slowing to 25 mph and then up to 40 mph and back to twenty.  And the corners!  You don’t want to miss a corner.  Yes, there are guard rails, but do you really trust them to keep you from careening down the cliffs?  The worst part about going over the edge would be that there is too much time between leaving the road and hitting the rocks.  All that thinking that you could do!

That is the road in the distance

  You pass through rock slide after rock slide in the process of repair, or still scarred from recent repairs.  We have been warned that sometimes there are slides to the north and south, cutting the park off from civilization.  (No worries, there is a small road that heads straight up and over the mountains.  However, we would never be able to take the trailer over that road!)  The maintenance costs must be horrendous. Warning:  don’t look up to see how many rocks are left to fall!  If you do, your heart will jump into your throat and pop out of your eyeballs!

All in all, this area of California is an enchanted land that I had no idea really existed.  It is rugged, it is isolated and it is magical!