" M o v i n g
F u n !!!! "
Kathryn Bales (and Gary?)
penned on 9/7/03.
The relocation began pleasantly enough, with extensive emails & phone calls to a realtor in Elko who seemed to grasp quite readily exactly what we wanted in a new home. When we arrived for our scheduled house-hunting expedition, she first took us to a property that needed roughly $100,000 worth of work to make it habitable, and this would have been after the existing house was burned down.
From there, it got worse!
She drug us from one end of the county to the other, and back. Each home was worse than the one before. My house had already sold, so I was beginning to feel desperate. We explained again what we were looking for, and emphasized that it must not be accessible only to mountain goats. The next morning we arrived at her office to find that everything she was prepared to show us was at least $50,000 higher than what we had agreed to spend, and again scattered all over NE Nevada.
I politely suggested that perhaps we could utilize our time more productively if Gary & I were to drive around and settle on a specific area that appealed to us. We then drove to a different real estate office & told the first person we saw that we wanted to buy a house. We told her what we wanted, and in about 30 minutes she had pulled up several listings that met our needs. All but one of the places would have been acceptable, but one was outstanding, and didn't even require dusting prior to moving in. We made a full price offer and headed back to Oregon.
Three days later, we were informed that there was another offer on the house and the seller was accepting bids. While looking at houses, we saw one that looked like it would work for our neighbor, who also wants to get out of Oregon. It needed some repairs, but at the price it was listed for, that was certainly a viable option. We considered making an offer on one of the other homes we had viewed, or possibly going back for another search. Since time was growing very short, we opted to buy the house we had selected for the neighbor.
"M" Day arrived all too soon, and eventually the truck was loaded, as was the pickup with its trailer, and the Cherokee. As I was preparing to load Madge onto her trailer, I suddenly had no clutch. Rather than try to find out the problem, we just pushed her down the driveway and onto the trailer. All the cats were in their big cage, and as I was preparing to load them in their travel kennels, Lucas twisted out of my grasp and literally climbed the wall of the house to escape to parts unknown. I spent two hours searching, to no avail. Arrangements were hurriedly made to have a live trap delivered, but no sign of Lucas has been seen since. It was now nearly 5PM, and we had planned on leaving no later than noon. Gary, in his infinite wisdom, had insisted that we go through California, so we had 200+ extra miles to go, plus the fun of sneaking my plants past the border patrol. I had them pretty well concealed in the back seat of the pickup, but I still worried. Fortunately, the inspection station was closed when we reached it.
At about 2:30 on Sunday afternoon, we finally arrived in Spring Creek!!
A stop at the local pub collected 4 strong young bodies willing to unload the truck so it could be returned by 10 Monday morning. My 3 remaining cats were left in the new house with ample food and water to survive a full month, along with a giant kitty box and 25 pounds of litter. When we arrived for the second load, we discovered that the stickers for the horse trailer and the health certificates for the horses had somehow been packed and were already in NV. Since I had already adamantly refused to go through CA again, this helped to convinced Gary to travel the short route. We began our journey with Gary & our 12 year old grandson in the Neon, and me in the truck with 4 dogs, three very large. We stopped in town to check fluids and fill up the truck. At this stop, my boxer, already nearly to the point of heat stroke despite AC, decided to jump into the front seat. When I attempted to force him back, he bit me. After sopping up the blood, I put a leash on his collar and drug him into the back, securing his leash to the lumber rack. This worked fine until we stopped for dinner and I took all the dogs for a walk. By this time it was cool, and the boxer loaded without incident, but my elderly 130lb German Shepherd was not able to get back in the truck. Obviously, it was time to change passengers, so I acquired the grandson, and Stealth became the navigator in the Neon. Since the Neon has AC that borders on cryogenic, he has decided that he wants to live in it. If a door is opened, Stealth is in it instantly. When we finally arrived in Elko, nearly 24 hours later, Gary decided to take the lead, leaving my 1999 tags fully exposed for any interested parties to observe more easily. Fortunately, the only cop we saw was the county K9 unit, who was more interested in admiring Stealth than noticing my minor transgression. Evidently we brought the Oregon rain with us, for we arrived on the day that the area received its entire annual rainfall - in about 2 hours. It did not take long for us to learn where the roof leaked. The next day, I arranged for the water to be turned on. We immediately learned where the plumbing leaked and had it turned off. When things go from bad to worse, it is time to head for the pub, which we did. As we told the owner of our latest experience, she said:
"The best plumber in town is sitting right next to you".
Two hours, 4 beers, and $100 later, the immediate problem was solved, and
we had water, at least to the outside faucet. Not bad for a Saturday
afternoon! While Grant was working on the plumbing, our new neighbor from
across the street came over and, learning of our difficulties, offered us her
shower. We sent Casey over Sunday afternoon, so he would be clean for
school, and he came back with a big sack of homemade enchiladas that were
absolutely incredible. After one more visit from Grant, we had water
inside the house, so I baked a pie to take over and thank her for the nice
dinner. Unfortunately, I arrived at lunch time, and was forced to come
home with fresh tamales and enough produce to feed the 7th Fleet. Despite
the minor technical difficulties, and losing one of my favorite cats, the
adjustment is going well. The roofer will be here this week, the fence
people the week after, and the barn people in late October. The other
house would not have had problems, I'm certain, but not having a mortgage is a
nice feature of this one, and my new neighbors are definitely the best I have
PS: Oh yeah. All kinds of fun!
At least I will enjoy my new furniture after it gets here.
I decided it would be better off staying in the store untill after the roof goes on.
Then there will be the fun of getting the old couch out the front door, down the steps,
onto the pickup, and driving it around to the opposite side of the house to put it in the
family room. The interior door is too narrow for it to go through.
After the barn is built, I get to pick up 4 more ton of hay and unload and stack it.
The fun is just beginning.
Care for a nice vacation in sunny northern Nevada?