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I Do All My Own Stunts – Part 1

As much as possible, I try to encourage people to use stunt men because that is really their job.  ~Sam Neill

I don’t doubt that those are wise words, but stunt men are hard to find here on the remote ranches of southern Texas, which has left me no choice but to do all my own stunts.

One who knows me too well, sent me a link to this t-shirt (from Think Geek). I ordered one for myself and have made it the official gate guard uniform of this fashionista, shining out under the ever fashionable glow-in-the-dark  bright orange Gate Guard vest! 😀

In spite of recent posts, my awkward stunts didn’t begin with the new 5th wheel. We’re just two weeks short of one whole year of working as gate guards in Texas. I thought I’d do what everyone does this time of year and recap some of the events – with an emphasis on the fact that I do, indeed, do all my own stunts!

Heidi, Henry and I left Oregon December 15th, 2010 to venture into the world of cactus and mesquite and scorpions. We got off to a bit of an odd start. When we first left Iowa, 3 years prior, Heidi had a Saturn – an ideal tow car – but not much of a beach buggy.

When the opportunity came to give the Saturn to my son, who was down one car, and buy a Jeep, it suited life on the beautiful Oregon coast perfectly. Living and working in Gold Beach, we never towed the Jeep. When we got ready to head to Arizona last December to spend Christmas with my sister, before reporting for work here in Texas, we were told we couldn’t tow the Grand Cherokee with the Class A.

This led to the rather awkward rental of a U-Haul trailer and a very expensive trip down the western coast and eventually to Tucson. Of course, as soon as we entered my Sister’s RV park, we saw about 20 Motorhomes that had successfully towed their Jeeps. Yes, Virginia, you can tow a Jeep with a Class A.

After spending a lovely Christmas with my Sis, we headed for Hidden Valley RV Park just south of San Antonio in Von Ormy to wait for an assignment. I don’t know how many RV’ers I’ve sent to Teri this past year – but we never made it.

We dropped the U-Haul as soon as we crossed the Texas border. We pulled over to the side of Interstate 10 to double-check our directions to Von Ormy. Heidi got back in the Mirada and took off. I tried starting the Jeep, but it had changed it’s mind and decided not to finish the trip somewhere north of San Antonio. I called Heidi, who was nearly out of sight in the RV and told her I was no longer in close pursuit.

Next, I called 911 because I couldn’t think of any other road side assistance number (I do have one now with Good Sam). Of course the dispatcher wanted to know where I was?  And, of course, I didn’t have any idea (don’t they have some kind of satellite ping for that kind of thing?). I walked about a quarter of a mile in the cold December drizzle to the nearest mile marker and called her back.

In about 20 minutes, a police car came racing up, lights flashing. The officer got out jumper cables, made the Jeep temporarily hum and said to hop in and follow him before it died again. Henry was still up the road, locked in the Mirada and Heidi was on the phone taking a call from our soon-to-be boss, who said he had a job for us if we could get to Tilden that day. Hmm…

The police officer took off across the grassy median as we followed, breaking the speed limit, back to Kerrville to an auto-parts store for a new battery. I hated to leave Henry, but I didn’t know anything about Texas lawmen so I though I’d better comply. About 2 hours later, we got lost getting back to 10, but eventually found Henry and the Mirada, tilting to the right on the side of the interstate. We took the 171 mile short cut the lady at the gas station shared with us to make the 134 mile trip from Kerrville to Tilden.

On the way, we decided to stop in Pleasanton to pick up some groceries since we didn’t know when we’d get away again. We’d been enjoying my Sister’s hospitality for a week and hadn’t stocked up on anything, thinking we’d have to wait several weeks for a job and would shop in San Antonio.

We left Henry in the RV in a Catholic church parking lot. We found a grocery store and a Walmart. Satisfied we were good to go, we left the store and couldn’t find Henry or the RV.

Thankfully, Heidi was able to use the Navigator program on her phone to find the two Catholic churches in town, and sure enough, one of them was housing Henry and the Mirada!

We finally drove through Tilden and bumped down a 5 1/2 mile dirt road that was really just a series of holes where a road used to be, arriving at our first assignment just before dark on December 28th, 2010.

We made it with a dead battery and a police escort and after only losing Henry and the RV twice! We were ready for new adventures. We had NO idea… (to be continued)

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11 thoughts on “I Do All My Own Stunts – Part 1

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  2. Hello. Love your recap and think I will steal that idea, too. Henry looks a lot like Romeo in that photo. What kind is Henry? Romeo is a Schnorkie, a cross between a Schnauzer and a Yorkie, although his papers clearly state he is a full blooded Yorkie (what a surprise that was for us) and he is 4 x’s the size he was SUPPOSED to be. Oh, well, to quote a fellow blogger, “It is what it is.” LOL. Hope you ladies have a GREAT Christmas Holiday.

    • Penny – Steal away! We all have such different stories. That’s what makes it fun! Henry is a Schnoodle (Schnauzer/ Poodle mix). He’s a pet therapy dog (although that activity is pretty much limited to comforting Heidi and I now that we’re gate guards) 😀
      A Schnorkie and a Schnoodle – wouldn’t they have fun!
      ~ Debbie

  3. If we did not do our own stunts, we would be out in the cold or heat. Nice idea to do a recap of the year. Maybe i will do that too. You are so creative. We are getting more gravel for the road today. I think my yorkie would walk all day long if i would only walk with her. Going home for Christmas sometime next week. Hoping to find someone to sit out gate until we get back. We like this area, it is close to our Doctor in Victoria.

    Betty

    • Hello Betty!
      So glad you get to go home for Christmas! Is it snowing in Kentucky yet?
      I’m going to try to get your blog on the blog roll tonight or tomorrow. The internet is pretty fuzzy right now.
      Safe travels, you two!
      ~ Debbie

  4. One thing I remember was that while the guy was fixing the Jeep, I asked him how hot it gets during the summer here. He looked at me and said, “Heard of dry heat? We got none.” Not glancing at the out of state license plate, he said, “Na Yanee’s eva fel anytin’ la how ha id gits har.” (By the time he got done with the car, I had deciphered it. No Yankee’s ever felt anything like how hot it gets here)

    A foreigner, for sure. Always will be–because this English teacher is hanging onto her consonants while doing her own stunts.

    • Heidi – LOL! What a memory you have and you nailed it!
      I have to say that this is the first time in 25 years that I’ve been able to decipher an accent more readily than you. I think it’s because your family was from northern Iowa and mine was from southern Indiana. 😉
      May also be because my phonics are pathetic?
      ~ Debbie

  5. I may do my own stunts some day. Awesome travel-log ;-).

    Cute doggie, course.

    No offense, but i don’t know if i’ll be driving through Southern Texas in a big vehicle any time soon. …”holes where there used to be a road” … not my cuppa!

    Such a good writer, my friend. I feel like i’m on a little Oil Rig Guarding Vakay myself.

    xoxox melis

    • We Iowa girls have to stick together, huh? 😉
      I could do with a few less stunts but I’m afraid I haven’t begun to get to the most embarrassing ones yet…
      Thanks for reading, friend!
      ~ Debbie

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