This is the beginning of Phase II, we think. We’ll lump everything up to now, from our first visit to Belize in January 2005 to the sale of our house on November 20, 2006, into Phase I, although that 22-month period could easily be multiple phases in a book of its own.
The house was the last big thing to be sold in the grand selling off of almost all of our possessions. Although we’d been impatiently waiting for the house to sell for ten days short of a year, we have to admit that it’s probably a good thing it took that long since we obviously needed every second of that time to get down to the point where we could fit everything we own into our 1991 Ford F250 diesel pickup and our 1976 17-foot Coachmen Cadet travel trailer, with enough room left over for us and the three dogs to ride in the truck and live in the unpacked portion of the trailer.
The house closing was scheduled for 10:00 on the morning of November 20, and we had planned to be out of the house and on the road by noon. However, even with a year to get ready, we didn’t get the last bits stowed in the rig or dumped in the dumpster until almost 5:00 that evening. Fortunately the house buyer was very understanding and wasn’t waiting at the bottom of the driveway with a moving van, and didn’t mind the pile of boxes in the garage or the pile of stuff to be picked up by friends in the lower barn, so it ultimately didn’t matter, but there was no way we were going to make it to Schuylerville to visit Tom’s brother Jim that evening. So, we waved goodbye to PPP and Tuck, set the trip meter on the snow-covered truck, and headed for Honeoye where we made a few quick stops and headed out of town.
We filled up at Toomey’s corner, had a celebratory dinner at Koozina’s in Canandaigua, and spent our first night on the road in the parking lot of the Auburn Walmart. What better way to spend the first day of being homeless and unemployed?
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