2021 – STILL in covid lockdown…

I don’t want to beat a dead horse (how disgusting, but was there ever a time when that was an actual thing literally??) but covid is irritating. How can life come to such a halt based on data that can’t possibly be mathematically reliable?

Anyway, looks like I will have to keep it local this summer with the bus, I had wanted to take some long road trips but I’ll have to wait I guess. I’ve been out a bit, Jake my dog actually gets annoyed if I take the bus out on the road and I don’t invite him to sit in HIS seat as co-pilot as evidenced by my third son regaling me with tales of Jake-woe, whining and moaning until I get back from a solo trip.

Jake sits in his seat and blows his eyelids wide open with his head out the window. I imagine it looks pretty funny from someone passing me on the passenger side of the bus, with said fluffy white dog joy riding his head in the wind, blinking furiously against the gusts pushing his eyes wider than doggedly possible. All that’s missing is his tongue dangling out of the side of his mouth and he’d be a wee white Marmaduke.

Day trip to Port Stanley. House cleaning needed in here, but a warm hot cocoa with this little fellow on my lap while staring at the distant lake is a wonderful way to spend a few hours.

I also recently was riding my cool beans Honda 500x motorcycle with a riding buddy and came across some people who were driving in tandem, one ‘71 VW green bus and one ‘84 westy. I’ve since made friends with these people and we rode to St Mary’s to meet a couple of other bay window bus people.

That’s it there. A 2020. It’s a pretty fun ride, although it scares the crap out of me each time I get on it, but it’s too fun to stop.
It’s like Volkswagen Christmas with the red and green, and then theres my beat up, rat rod paint job, or more accurately LACK of paint job bus. Seamus is like the kid who went to school and never showered or brushed his hair. Well that’s me except I do shower, brushing hair, not so much. The Green one is a 71, the red one is a 72, and my ‘black front, but multi coloured rusty’ one is a 75.
See that cool blue westy? The owner is from Spain and has driven all over and he also possesses a ton of mechanical knowledge. We stopped at Firestation Coffeehouse in Wortley Village, London.

If covid would go take a long walk off a short pier, I’d say I’ve got some fun times ahead with these cool ‘bus people’. The Bus People… has a nice yet slightly ‘watch out these people are unpredictable and weird’ ring to it. Or maybe it’s just me. 🙂

Point Clark (and beyond)

I had an impromptu road trip which I had planned to only be one night, but it ended up being three. Point Clark was my destination, about 30 minutes north of Goderich. My first trip to this lighthouse proved to be a beautiful surprise as the remote town possessed a prize lighthouse on it’s Lake Huron shore.

The ‘point’ is quite a busy little area for the locals, who can be seen fishing, cycling, or walking their dogs and it’s also a place to visit. On the weekend I saw a tour bus of some kind pull in. It should be noted, this is not an authorized place to park a camper overnight. Should you attempt it, you may be woken by police who will tell you to move along elsewhere.

The sunset here is worth seeing on a clear night, with some stringy clouds (the clouds provide some beautiful refracted light). I had taken in orange, pink, and purplish colours while I was there.

I chatted with a local artist who has retired here from Toronto who came up to me to compliment me on my bus. ‘Seamus’ is a magnet for unique and interesting people and most people who come up to chat with me about this VW relic are those who appreciate the odd and artistic nature of life. Friendly people tend to be the kind who connect with me when I’m in the bus and I realize I am privileged to be a part of an automobile that belongs to such a ‘club’.

Seamus has been the impetus for adventure and a fisher of those who have a curious mind. It should also be noted, not everyone loves an old VW bus. Some people think Seamus is ugly with all it’s rust and weird outer colourings. And it can be quite stinky (of oil and gas). To those people I say, the VW gene is not for everyone!

Damn Covid

Well shoot. Covid is a serious drag. It seems I’m restricted to little day trips. And so, my favorite place so far for that is Bayfield Ontario.

I’ve claimed a corner spot in the shade by the water for the day and have done some work and enjoyed the sounds of water and people frolicking (yes frolicking ) in the lake. With Geese.

I love the marina and the pretty sail boats floating around off in the distance. And now for a wee bit of shut eye… with jake.

Rosy glow of red buffalo plaid. Best colour ever.

Early spring 2020

Well, I’ve been chomping at the bit to get out on the road, watching the salt levels and as soon as they roads are clean I’m out. I have a new co-captain… my 14 yr old dog Jake, a Bichon-Poodle mix.

I’m looking forward to some road trips with Jake since last year I did not take him with me anywhere. Assuming we’re allowed to go anywhere in the midst of Covid19 and all the social distancing that is mandated. If there are travel restrictions in effect this summer, I’ll have to stick to Canada only destinations.

I’m loving the new interior decor and can’t wait to break in my new garbage pail toilet, a big upgrade from last year’s Pampered Chef microwave steamer chamber pot.

Bring on 2020 and all the potential weirdness that may ensue.

Interior upgrade in the works

Well it’s winter and MAN do I ever miss driving in my gasoline soaked oxygen bus. This year I invested in an outdoor garage to store the bus in so I could keep the ice off it. The locks are old and cranky and really don’t like winter. Aside from the salt on these Ontario roads, the mere freezing air is enough to keep me from driving it because there is no heat to speak of. I have worn ski pants while driving in the spring or late fall though, which works but makes it look weird when I get out of the bus in a busy parking lot and everyone else is dressed in jeans like a normal person.

Anyway, back to my newly interior-decorated upgrade! Oh my, just wait until you see this beauty. The outside still looks like a rusty dogs breakfast (which I love by the way and have no intention of changing), but the inside will be akin to a lovely log cabin decked out in red buffalo plaid.

That’s my wee dog Jake. I haven’t taken him on any long journeys but on a few short ones. He sits like a king on his throne trygin to stick his nose through the screen to smell all there is to smell outside. I sewed all the curtains and made that cool tree pillow cover. Im working on making my own little ‘chair’ from high density foam and covering that as well in a combo of these fabric designs. The front seat cushions (which are just thin patio chair cushions) are currently green but I will cover those in plaid as well. More pics will follow but this is a beautiful interior. The only thing missing is a bearded man carrying an axe.

I’m counting down the weeks until the last salt is washed away from the roads and you’ll see Seamus out there on the roads polluting up the air while driving frustratingly slow. If you’re behind this ol’ bus, you’ll want to pass just to get out of the exhaust stream. But it’s so worth it. If you see me on the road, drop me a line and take a pic and send it. 🙂 Cheers

East Coast

There are real hours in a day and then there are ‘seamus’ hours. From Maine to Halifax on google maps is about 8.5 hours. It took me 13 hours to get there. I have figured out the seamus math. (I’m a math teacher sometimes…) and for every 2 hours drive time in a normal car, it takes the bus 3 hours. Roughly. The bus slows down at every hill and if it’s a steep hill Seamus slows down a LOT. I have to put the hazards on. I’m pretty sure I’ve pushed the legal limit on how slowly one can drive on a major highway. I have gotten a few rude honks and been cut off a bunch of times, but mostly I think people can understand a bus this old does not go very fast. At least not without a Subaru engine swapped into it. One day….

I went to cross the border into Canada and was welcomed by a gaggle of Canadian geese crossing the road.

Thanks geese! Nothing like rolling the bus’s tires through piles of geese poop to make you feel at home. (Nervous geese poop more and if I was crossing the road in front of a load of massive cars I might poop more too.)

after a while in New Brunswick I pulled off the highway to try to drive through a town called Saint George and ended up eating a club sandwich in the middle of nowhere. It was VERY good. I recommend this place if you are in the area.

I arrived in Halifax at almost 11pm. I left Maine around 9am, which is 10am Halifax time. That was a long day and one I prefer not to do too often. But it was good to be back in my city of birth (oh birth….ewww). The Atlantic Coast is definitely in my blood and I am pulled to it whether it’s on this side or the Irish side. (I’m coming Ireland….see you soon xx.)

 

VW care and consideration

Its amazing to me how little I really knew about cars beyond making sure it has oil and gas in it. Given the simplicity of an old VW engine it requires a good amount of care and consideration. I fell very proud I took Seamus in for an oil change before leaving for the East coast. A nice new set of tires (sadly no white walls as they amp up the cost of tires by a large margin), and a bag of tools in the bus in case something goes wrong along the way (of course I have no great expectations that I can handle something on the side of the road beyond a flat tire. But I do have five good tires and a nice shiny new blue car jack).

I should stop and thank some people for helping me make such excursions in the bus possible. So, People (you know who you are), THANK YOU for your continued support, help, and contributions to both me and my bus while I have gotten to know it, and while I have taken time out of my everyday life to drive around my corner of the planet. A special thanks goes out to my sons, (I have three and they are all grown up now mostly) who have to sit and listen to the “in case I die” speech every time I leave my home for any length of time and the youngest of whom has to constantly go check my mail and water my plants (Jordan I hope the plants are still not dead).

Below find my three sons in all their wonderful spender:

These three boys (now pretty much grown men with the exception of their intermittently interfering mother full of unwanted advice) make my life richer and when I think I’ve done nothing exceptional I look at them and feel quite accomplished. They are like three free standing trophies and I’m very proud of them. I especially love the photo where I dressed them all the same, they will never know how much fun that was for me to do. Boys… that was totally fun for me! Xxxxxx

Anyway, back to my VW….

So while driving to and in Maine recently, I found that the bus would pop out of fourth gear and the ensuing great grinding that occurred when I tried to put it back in gear was hard to hear. After some google searching I found that the transmission oil (I had totally forgotten about this liquid and any attention it might require) may either be low or dirty or something. So I google searched a “VW specialist near me” and found Reggie’s auto salvage and VW /Audi specialist in Waterford Maine.

Well the guys there, father and son, were absolutely wonderful. Not only did I get a transmission fluid change, I also was privileged to be given much needed information and understanding to add to my bus knowledge. They are very knowledgeable with VW info and have a to-die-for salvage yard with many busses. I left there with tlc for Seamus and a new screen frame for my sliding door and two spare headlights. And… I was told to go eat at the X-Vault in South Paris, which I did. This pub used to be a vault and so the backdrop for the bar is the old vault doors. It had a great atmosphere and I’ll definitely go back there again when I find myself in that area next time.

Below see the wondering old busses!!!

Below, Reggie and Brandon, great, friendly, helpful, and very knowledgeable!

The X-Vault:

I love this part of Maine. Rugged beautiful nature, pretty small towns, and Seamus has nice clean transmission oil, which Brandon thought may not have ever been changed, or at least not in a very long while. I’m happy to report that after driving all the way to Halifax after that transmission oil change, it did not pop out of fourth gear once! Thank you “Reggie’s vw”!

Human Nature Hostel

 

Well I’ve made it to Maine. In the mountainous outback (or outback to me anyway) at the Human Nature Hostel, owned by Ryan Holt. I came across this place this past February when I was looking to get away for an affordable price and searched for hostels in Maine. I’d never been to Maine but had heard lots of great things about how pretty it is.

Maine is for sure pretty, I love it. The hostel is a dome shaped building and Ryan runs it in the summer hiking months catered to the Appalachian Trail thru hikers. It is welcoming and is a wonderful respite to those who have been on the trail for 5-6 months by the time they arrive in Maine.

Ryan is on the right and the other three bearded men are the great work team behind Ryan and the hostel. It runs like a well oiled machine. Below are Ryan’s dogs Aywa and Ebenieser the pug, and also Ryan talking to some visitors in the Dome.

I would like to think I can hike the whole trail, but my knees wont stand for it. Literally. But after asking a few hikers what part was their favorite and was not too challenging physically they all said Roan Highlands and Grayson Highlands. I think I could be a section hiker and do those parts and may plan to next summer.

While in the dome I took the opportunity to speak to some hikers asking why they are hiking and what they have learned if anything. Here are some of the responses to my question “what have you learned or what is your take-away from hiking the trail?”

– I like the hiking culture because there is no bullshit and the facade people put on breaks down.

– I have learned that when things get tough, I know this time will pass making the proverb “this too shall pass” very true.

– I have learned how to forgive myself for not meeting my own high goals, to accept that on a given day I may not go as far as I wanted, but it’t Ok and to relax in how far I have gone.

– I’ve learned to be more patient with myself.

– Everyone needs someone at some point.

– Do your own thing and don’t worry what others are doing. Some people hike for the adventure and some for endurance but you can’t really do both.

….so, MY take away from speaking to hikers is this: that anytime we take a hiatus from life, from the ‘rat race’ and from the everyday demands of life for a prolonged time, we are released from the mental debris that clogs our thinking and we have the opportunity to listen to our insides because the are not drowned out by our obligations and stresses. Certainly while driving my bus around, I am in this same category and have found similar epiphanies entering my thinking.

We are not victims of life, we are the pilots. We cannot blame outside sources for our own unhappiness, we have only ourselves to hold accountable. And additionally, we have ourselves who can create the change we need to carve out the life that fits our insides.

I don’t think life is static. It is ever changing and we have to change with it. The only thing we can count on is change and the only person we can count on to make life happen is ourselves. It is no one else’s job and therefor any issues we have are ours to manage and deal with. Friends help of course, but we are the engine that drives the train. Friends and family are passengers who come on and get off along the way. The only thing constant is the conductor, ourselves.

Montreal

Back on the road for another trip East. Other than the small issue of the bus going dead on the turn of a key, then after 5 minutes starting up as if everything is fine, and other than it kicking out of fourth gear after driving for a few hours and going up hill, the bus is holding up well. I’m wondering if maybe my starter is going. And hopefully my transmission is NOT going.

I have family in Montreal So I’m headed in that direction. Driving Seamus is like spending many consecutive hours in silence with a best friend. It lulls my mind into a relaxed, stress-free state and makes my belly feel good. I woke up and was on the road by 4:30am. It was dark and quiet and my aim was to get though Toronto before the morning work rush made it less than enjoyable.

Given my three hour perpetual ‘stop and cool off’ time it takes me about 12 hours to drive 800kms in the bus. I never want to over tax it and my driving highway speed is about 60 mph or 95km/h. So I arrived at my aunts house around 4:30pm in Sainte Catherine, QC.

I’m fortunate to have a very knowledgeable father who knows engines and he gave me some pointers and advice while I was visiting and having breakfast. My aunt made me some muffins to take on my journey East and I had a great lunch with my aunt and cousin before heading off the next day after a deep sleep in my aunt’s driveway.

This winter Seamus will get a clear coat over all that rust/patina. Paint it?? No way. Painting this us would be like Audrey Hepburn having plastic surgery, a terrible idea. This bus will age gracefully and with upkeep and health in mind. I want to keep the ‘scars’ of life on him. And… a paint job is WAY too unaffordable. This is a one of a kind bus. Long live Seamus, a running legacy for my three boys to take over one day.

Manitoulin Ferry

Well, after my adventure in the Sault I moved onward towards Manitoulin Island. My hope was to park somewhere on the island and sleep, then ferry to the mainland and drive home through Tobermory. I have family in Owen Sound and wanted to stop there too.

Manitoulin in summer requires planning due to the ferry schedule and the fact that it books up in advance of departure times. So in order not to get stuck on the island for a whole extra day I had to skip the sleepover and catch the 10:00pm ferry over to Tobermory. The ferry ride was 1.5 hours and I was tired enough that I dozed all the way.

Manitoulin was beautiful but I was unable to enjoy it or take any really good scenic photos due to catching the ferry. Once in Tobermory I found a place to park in a parking lot and slept. I also had hoped to go to Flower Pot Island. This is a tactical nightmare in the summer and full of tourists. I plan to go off season to explore the island without crowds of people (I’m not a lover of large touring crowds of people).

A short stop in Owen Sound and I was home that day. The whole trip tracked on google maps looks like this and totalled approx 2700kms!

It was such a nice loop it is one I would do again but this time with a sleep over in Manitoulin and off season visit to Flower Pot Island. And without the toilet paper shortage at the Bushplane museum. 🙂