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Yesterday we said goodbye to our beloved Hoboken. With the car packed to the gills and Tabitha crying in her kitty carrier (our other cat, Emma, passed away in January), we set out for Saugerties, New York, stop #1 on the RV adventures. Actually, our first stop was to pick up the RV at a storage place in Saugerties.
So far, so good. We haven’t broken anything yet, and Brian seems to have figured out which hoses to plug in where. It was surreal to wake up in a wooded Kampground of America, which we pretty much have to ourselves, with the sound of birds chirping instead of our neighbors’ kids screaming.
We’re here for three weeks, to see family before we head out to parts unknown and adjust to the fact that we now live in an RV.
Point A is the location of the dealer where we bought our RV. Point B is our storage facility in Saugerties, NY, where we’ll be keeping it for the next month. The blue line represents the one-hour, 23 minute, 74.5 mile drive, I needed to complete to get the rig from Point A to Point B. Piece of cake . . . except I’ve never driven an 18,000 pound, 35 foot, Class A motor home before. Conceptually I know how to drive it; it turns wider because of the length; the back end swings out to the opposite side when turning because of the shorter wheel base; it’s wider than a car so I need to mind the right hand side; it stops much slower; etc. etc. etc. But as any college professor understands, knowing and doing are two completely different things. Nonetheless, today’s the day I needed to saddle up and take this puppy for a spin.
A couple of things surprised me about the trip. One, I didn’t wreck it. That was pretty cool, and an important first step in our plans. The second is the great visibility I had of the road. Not only in front, but also along the sides, and to a certain extent, in the back. Because of the large double mirrors and the high vantage point I actually had a better sense of where I was on the road than when I’m driving my car. But that high vantage point has a drawback . . . bridge overhangs look looooooow. Passing under bridges, even when the elevation is marked, feels like a leap of faith. I keep picturing the top of the rig getting sheared off by a low bridge. But not on this trip. Ship and crew arrived safely at their appointed destination with nary a scratch. So far, so good.
Our rig has arrived a littler earlier than we’re ready for it, but because the dealer’s pants are on fire to get final payment we drove the three hours to Amsterdam to take “possession.” Possession, in this case, means that we settled all the financial stuff and drove away with the RV still parked in the dealer’s lot. Why’d we leave it behind? Mostly because we have no place to park it in Hoboken, NJ. If you’ve ever been to Hoboken, you’d know the idea of parking a 35-foot bus there is a little comical. We also don’t want to take it while it’s still winter and have to worry about weatherizing and de-weatherizing it. So the dealer has agreed to store it for the next couple of months until we’re ready for it.
We did the walk-through and every thing checked out aces. My only concern is that this beast is huge! I’m still apprehensive about driving the thing, but I guess I should have thought of that before I actually owned it.
Kris Kristofferson would be proud. We’re going to have ourselves a convoy. At least for a little while.
It took all of about 3 seconds to figure out that we can’t tow our existing car in any reasonable fashion. It took much longer for me to understand what a pain, and expense, it is to get a suitable car ready to tow. That hassle, combined with growing anxiety about how difficult it will be to drive the R.V., even without towing, convinced us to delay setting up a toad (that’s “clever” R.V. slang for a towed vehicle).
One option is to go without a car altogether. Some people do and we considered that. But the thought of driving the R.V. to the grocery store, or to run other errands, isn’t very appealing, to put it mildly. We also envision really only using the campground as a base to explore an area. After all, our reason for doing this isn’t to see the world’s campgrounds, but rather to see the world. So we feel we really do need a car if we’re going to make the most of this trip.
So we’re definitely bringing a car. But if we’re not towing it, that leaves only one option; we’re driving it. It looks like we have ourselves a convoy.
“Ah, breaker one-nine, this here’s the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c’mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it’s clean clear to Flag Town, c’mon.
Yeah, that’s a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen, yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy…”
– C.W. McCall
The joy of travel is often found in the unexpected, and we were both surprised and overjoyed to find a truly authentic French bistro in Omaha’s “Old Market”.
So much about La Buvette reminded us of Paris; from the freshly baked baguettes; to the chalk board menu; to the way street-side patrons sat shoulder to shoulder instead of across from one another; to the less than attentive service. Yes, even the service had a traditional French flair. But the food. Oh-my, the food. The chicken and sausage cassoulete was simply fantastic. This was our first meal in Omaha, and boy did we hit a home run.
From La Buvette we wandered the streets of Old Market, the city’s self described “Arts and Entertainment” district. It’s a charming area filled with restaurants, shops, and interesting architecture along cobblestone streets. Old Market felt to us a bit like New York’s Greenwich Village, writ small. At just a few city blocks it doesn’t take long to exhaust the area. But it was here we found our next culinary surprise, Ahmad’s Persian Cuisine. Having never visited Iran, I can’t vouch for the authenticity of the menu, but the lamb khoresht was terrific nonetheless.
Had we done nothing else but eat, we might have still considered the trip worthwhile. But the city held other surprises, too: namely the Henry Doorly Zoo, which is arguably the best we’ve visited. In contrast to many other zoos, Doorly goes to great lengths to place animals in their natural surroundings.
This isn’t simply a collection of critters in cages. It endeavors to create a safari-like experience, and largely succeeds. Here you’ll find howler monkeys frolicking in the world’s largest indoor rainforest and pumas prowling within the world’s largest indoor desert. Bats are housed in sparsely lit subterranean caves and swamp animals swim underfoot of a floating boardwalk. None of which mentions the 71,000 square foot aquarium, or the 14,000 square foot butterfly pavilion, or countless other more traditional exhibits. We don’t make a point of visiting zoos on our travels, but this is one that shouldn’t be missed.
As with all trips, not everything is a hit. The Bob Kerry Pedestrian Bridge which spans the Missouri River, was, pedestrian. While the illuminated cable-stayed bridge is pretty at night, we could have done without the long walk through deserted downtown Omaha needed to get there. We dutifully walked half way across the bridge and into Nebraska before gratefully returning back to more populated areas of the city.
We also made an excursion to St. Cecilia’s Cathedral. Visiting cathedrals and places of worship is a pretty normal part of an overseas itinerary, but doesn’t really happen as much here in the states. A fact we were reminded of by our grudging hotel van operator who repeatedly questioned why we were going to church at such an odd hour.
St. Cecilia’s is attractive enough but it doesn’t take long to see the entirety of it, and there is nothing else in the neighborhood to see or do aside from a small museum dedicated to the Cathedral’s history and origin. Disinclined to recall our crusty van operator so quickly, we took our time with the museum and even perused the church pamphlets, where we found such classics as “Planned Parenthood Steals Souls”.
Notwithstanding some misfires, we found Omaha to be a city of surprises, and not only because our expectations were probably lower than they should have been. The city really does have some world class attractions. It’s a place we never would have selected as a long-weekend destination and probably would not have gotten to had we not already had airline tickets. And we’d have been poorer for skipping it.