All winter we have been gazing up at snowy mountains that seem so, so close, but are just a little bit to far away for us to get to. Since we have been back in Blenheim we have been waiting patiently for a fine weekend so we could finally attempt a trip to the snow and finally one arrived. Our aim was to visit Mt Lyford so we planned to travel to Kaikoura on friday after Wayne finished work, spend a couple of nights in Kaikoura and do a day trip to Mt Lyford on the Saturday.
In 2016 there was an earthquake in Kaikoura and it did significant damage to the road that leads there, so significant that it was closed completely for a long time. And though it is now open the road is still very much under construction and it makes the trip a little slower. Luckily the coastline that the road follows is stunning and between the views, lots of seals to spot along the way and a few diggers and cranes to watch it was an interesting trip for everyone involved. We even got to Kaikoura early enough for a little play on one of the beaches before finding a spot to stay for the night.
We woke early on Saturday morning and before we even cracked the curtains we could feel it was going to be one of those perfect mid winter days. Oliver has seen snow once before but he was only about 15 months old and has zero memory of it so for him this was all extra exciting. So he was keen to pile into the car and start winding our way up in to the mountains to find some snow. It took us around an hour to get there, the last twenty minutes or so where on a dirt road and the road just seemed to keep on winding further up in to the mountains as if it would never stop. The sight of the piles of snow getting bigger and bigger as we drove past were excitement enough that by the time we reached the car park Oliver was already pretty happy with the days adventures.
The ski field at Mt Lyford was a fairly laid back affair and due to the long drive in and the dirt road access it wasn’t overly crowded. Plenty of people skiing and playing around on the learners slopes but plenty of spots to find a space all your own and just drink in the amazing views around you. Gazing out at the mountains rolling off in to the distance they looked almost to perfect to be real, more like some painting where the artist has lovingly created every peak and valley to bring you the most visual pleasure they can. As well as drinking in the views we toboganed, had snow ball fights and of course made a snow man. By the time we lured Oliver back in to the car he declared it was the – best snow day ever!! I can’t say I disagree with him, days like this are the reason we are living in the bus. To experience things that would have been a far off dream if we were still living our old life. To build all these amazing memories together that will last so much longer and bring so much more joy than all the things we have given up for this opportunity.
When we were in the process of getting the bus renovated and planning our new life there were things I was a bit apprehensive about having to deal with. One of the things I wondered about was how we would cope with wet weather, up till now we have actually been remarkably lucky in the rain department. We haven’t had more than a two days of full on rain in a row, our good run had to come to an end some time and last week it did. We had a whole week were it was pretty much wet every day, a couple of afternoons it cleared for a spell but every day we were quite bound to the bus for large portions of the day. To be honest it wasn’t as horrific as I thought it would be (cue big sigh of relief), the worst of it is actually the fact that our bus batteries don’t charge if the sun isn’t shining and of course trying to get washing dry in our small space is a challenge when it’s wet. It’s funny because when we lived in a three bedroom house with two large living area’s a week of wet weather was normally guaranteed to make me feel like I had been cooped up way to long and normally resulted in a kid with way to much energy to burn. You would think that being in a smaller space would amplify that but what it actually does is force us to just put on our jackets and gumboots and go out even if the weather is less than ideal. Our outings aren’t as long and sometimes involve sheltering somewhere if the rain get’s to heavy, they also normally involve Oliver stomping in puddles and trying to get everyone else as wet as he is. Luckily bad weather seems to mean shorter outings are enough and they make heading back to the bus to snuggle up by the fire seem extremely appealing.
Just before our week of rain commenced we were lucky enough to have some visitors from Tauranga. It’s been nearly four months since we left and it was so good to see friendly faces again and share a bit of our new lives with people who were a part of our old one. The one thing that I am starting to miss a little is all the people we left behind, when Wayne isn’t working it’s really not something that I think of that often, we have each other and that along with chatting with who ever we are camping beside that is enough. But now Wayne is out working and my main source of conversation is five, I do end some days feeling like I verbally vomit the entire contents of my brain over Wayne once he walks in the door. Luckily he takes it like a champ!
So it’s fairly safe to say that we are looking forward to this stint of work being finished so we can move on and do some more exploring. There is something about having wheels under your house and knowing that you can move that just makes it seem wrong to stay still for to long. Luckily for us it’s now just a few short weeks until the adventure begins again.
Eventually the point we have found ourselves at in our journey was always going to arrive, that first exciting rush of hitting the road was always going to calm down. So Wayne’s been working, Oliver and I are busy settling in to a routine with his schoolwork – something that resembles a ‘normal life’ has settled in to our grand adventure.
While we are in Blenheim we have to float around a little bit between different parking spots. There’s an awesome spot we’ve found that’s only $5 a night and right in town so Wayne can get to work easily and Oliver and I can easily walk to a playground or in to town depending on what we want to do. But being the middle of winter we are finding we need to stay somewhere we can plug in to power once a week and since campgrounds mean 10 am checkout we have had to time our nights there for the weekends so Wayne is around and has time to move the bus.
Then we had the first experience of getting repairs done on the bus while we were living in it. I can’t lie the week that this happened was the least fun week I have had since we moved in to the bus. There were two nights where we couldn’t stay in the bus at all and had to stay in a motel. Then a few days where we had to vacate the bus all day and sleep in it parked at the mechanics. We made the most of our time in the motel, Oliver had the longest, biggest bubble baths he could possibly have. We cranked those electric blankets and I enjoyed showers with great water pressure, no timer and didn’t cost $2 for five minutes. The days we were camped out in the yard at the mechanics taught me exactly how long a day with a five year old child can feel. Of course it is all just part and parcel of living in a vehicle and thankfully it is a fading memory now.
Oliver is all properly enrolled with correspondence school now and he is loving his school work. I am so glad we decided to get it going straight away and not hold off until he is 6, he is just so ready to learn. Not sending him to school isn’t something I ever contemplated but I can see why people become so passionate about homeschooling now that I have had this experience. It’s like the feeling you have when your child is learning to roll, crawl, walk, talk – pure joy at seeing them learn and master a skill, pride at what they achieve and how hard they worked for it. In some ways it feels like the moments I have with Oliver now are extra time that I have somehow stolen for myself and I am so glad that I did.
So life is just ticking along (in a good way). It feels like a good move to stay still and work while the weather is coldest. It definitely feels like a good move to delay heading further down the south island until it warms up slightly. Planning where we travel to next is a great way to pass the winter evenings until our not so ‘normal’ life resumes.
I have never been very keen on new years resolutions, for me a change of any kind has to have much deeper motivation than simply another year rolling over. But in the last few years I have come to enjoy that sense of things starting over, of fresh possibility and some years of saying goodbye to a year that was hard and you are glad to see the back of.
This new years day I woke with a very real knowledge that 2018 is going to be a year of huge change for my family. And it also holds the promise of some very exciting times and wonderful memories to be made. So strangely this year the time of year when resolutions are made is a time when I am making plans for change in my life. The massive upheaval we have already experienced with getting rid of so many of our personal belongings and giving up a permanent, fixed address. And the knowledge that so much more lifestyle change is just around the corner is inspiring me to question many areas of my life and see if there’s any way they could be improved.
Of course when you start to think like that there are always things you can do better. So yes, a list of what you could call resolutions has been made this year. Only time will tell if they become like a lot of people’s resolutions and fade quickly or if perhaps our huge shift in circumstances is just the motivation to help me achieve them.
We spent our new years eve with family, the children swam and roasted marshmallows, we shared a bbq and a few drinks and after the younger children went to bed we made the valiant effort to stay up to midnight. Wondering when exactly did we get so old that midnight was a late night? My guess is around the time we had children who like to get up at the crack of dawn! I hope everyone reading had their own version of a great new years eve and that your new years day feels as full of fresh promise as mine, it truly is a great feeling.
So we brought a bus, a very large 11.5 metre long bus that used to be a coach in its previous life before being converted to a house bus. It is an older diy style conversion, with some great points that attracted us to buying it in the first place, and some not so great little quirks that will need to be changed before we can head off on our journey.
It has a nicely made kitchen which will need a new oven and stove top put in and we want a bigger fridge freezer than what it currently has, but apart from that it is great. It has lots of seat belts a major plus as we struggled to find one with more than one or two belts and we really didn’t want to have to convoy along behind the bus in our car. It also has two sets of bunks and a very large platform at the back for the main bed which when we brought it had a queen size mattress. So six beds for only the three of us, leaving us the option of pulling out one set of bunks and making room for the toilet that was currently the missing piece of our puzzle, the bigger fridge and to redo the current shower which does not look overly watertight. It also needs an upgrade of the solar system and we suspect a bit of work on the electrics. And a proper grey water tank as the current one is an old metal drum!
On arriving home with our new purchase I must admit to a few moments of, have we done the right thing?? But after a thorough cleaning and removing all the old curtains and mattresses it all seemed a bit better.
We had to wait a very long week before we got a mattress sorted for our bed and Olivers bunk and could spend our first night in the bus. Finally it felt like all our months of dreaming and planning were coming together!
Then after just over a week it had to go away for some mechanical repairs. The people that we had brought it off had lived in it at a permanent sight for around three years, it had been driven very little and had no mechanical work done on it in that time so the old girl needed a little bit of love. When we eventually got it back and took it for its COF (bus version of a wof) it failed on a couple of other things that the mechanic hadn’t picked up. So our plans for our first weekend away in the bus where interrupted.
Instead we spent the next week pulling out the spare set of bunks and converting the top bunk that we are keeping to a little play/reading space for Oliver. My lovely mother also made us lovely new curtains and covers for the new foam we brought for the seats in the lounge. We finished this all the day before it had to go back to the mechanics and now we wait not so patiently to get it back.