Spring break Fry Lodge Style

Because we don’t have enough happening at Fry Lodge, we decided to change everything all at once. Again. Within a period of a week, we made an offer on a new house, put our house up for sale, Marie Kondo’d the hell out of Fry Lodge, took a trip to the Oregon Coast to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary and frolic in the 50-degree Pacific Ocean, regrouped for a day in Seattle, and then went our separate ways again – Kristine and the kids back to Bellingham and me to New York. Stay tuned for more details on Fry Lodge Bellingham II.

Just another week at Fry Lodge

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The State of Fry Lodge

Two weeks ago, the moving truck arrived at Fry Lodge Lopez to pack and carry away all of our belongings – save what we could fit into a 24-foot RV for two months of life on the road. We’ve become experts at moving over the past three years. Seattle to New York. New York to Lopez. A Seattle apartment. And now, Lopez to Bellingham, with a 1500-mile road trip thrown in for good measure.

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We’re now one week into our ProjectWA summer tour. So far, we’re having a blast. We left Lopez last Sunday and spent one night in our new home in Bellingham – a bit of a tease before spending 50 nights straight in an RV that’s smaller than our new bedroom. We’re savoring every moment of this trip, but we’re also anxious to get to know our new home, “the city of subdued excitement.”

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In the meantime, Fry Lodge is mobile. We’re getting into the RV park routine. Back up slowly. Hook up the water and power. Start the propane. Take down the bikes. Cruise the perimeter. Find out how long the coin-operated showers last. Set up the grill. Wash the dishes with minimal water. Collapse into bed. Repeat.

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We spend anywhere from one to four nights in each RV park. During the days, we take side trips to the towns where I have meetings. When we travel to our next site, we caravan. I take the lead with the RV, while Kristine follows behind in the little red Fiesta. Henry and Ruby trade off between vehicles, which makes music selection a little easier. So far we’ve completely avoided the Interstate. Though I’ve traveled all over Washington during my life, I’ve never been on some of these roads. It’s like Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley, but we don’t have a poodle.

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I like to say that Fry Lodge is a state of mind. This summer, Fry Lodge is the state of Washington. #ProjectWA.

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Unload

For my entire life Sedro-Woolley has been nothing more than a funny sounding town name on a sign along the interstate. As of today, it is the location of half the Fry Family Quartet’s belongings, which are now nestled into a 10×30-foot storage unit. We got up early Saturday to catch the Anacortes ferry so we could meet Ron, the driver of the 18-wheeler that hauled our stuff from New York. This was a day earlier than expected. You see, yesterday was Ron’s birthday. And, though one’s first thought might be to not work on one’s birthday, Ron explained to us on the phone that he’d much rather not have to work the day after his birthday. Apparently Ron’s buddies were taking him out. Kristine and I agreed that it was in everybody’s best interest if Ron were not hungover while unloading our belongings. So, there we were, standing by while 173 heavily packaged items were taken off the truck and stacked into our storage unit. My job was to manage the checklist of items, crossing off numbers as Ron called them out. Kristine’s jobs were to monitor for things we needed to extract (e.g., Henry’s LEGOs, LPs) and keep the kids out of the way. And look tough.

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We are now officially moved back to Washington State. Happy birthday, Ron!

Truckin’

The past week has been a blur for the Fry Family Quartet. The moving vans arrived on Wednesday to pack up all of our belongings, which meant we had to pack suitcases of clothes to last us for the next 5 weeks as we bounce from Seattle to Lopez Island to the blue highways that will take us to NYC. Henry and Ruby had both sets of grandparents in town. We put them to work cleaning out refrigerators, cabinets and fireplaces. Thanks, mom(s) and dad(s)!  We drove up to Lopez on Sunday after watching little Maggie get baptized. Then we celebrated Grandma White Wine’s birthday. And now?  Now Kristine and I are waiting for the ferry back to Seattle so we can fly to NYC and find an apartment (Kenmore Air canceled our Lopez to Seattle leg due to bad weather). What a long, strange trip it’s been.

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