“LET’S DRIVE IT AWAY!” I yelled over the roar of our beast’s engine, pointing straight ahead to an unseen spot in the future where we would be traveling down some backcountry dirt road, following the Milky Way. Andrew honked and honked and honked the horn because OUR CORTEZ STARTED!
We followed the trail of flowers where butterflies danced in front of us, zooming in and out of the blooms to suck more nectar . . .
It’s our first stop at the Cortez since it was delivered and we learn it has a dead starter and corroded engine wires.
But we expected issues like this — and we will continue to expect this as we work on our fifty-four-year-old motorhome. But hey, we chose this because we don’t want easy. We want different.
As we work to refurbish, modernize, and customize our 1965 Clark Cortez motorhome, we are tracking all purchases and costs. Here’s that information-breakdown.
There’s much to do on our fifty-four-year-old motorhome so here is our master plan, which details all of our efforts to refurbish, modernize, and customize our 1965 Clark Cortez.
After our Cortez had its first inspection by Mechanic Andrew, here is what was uncovered.
This cliff view resembled a painting: There were trees with pops of vibrant reds, yellows, and greens — others, white with flower pedals. Then, as if it couldn’t get any better, a bald eagle shot out from the valley, swooping in the air before circling over the Blue Ridge.
It’s here, it’s here! Our rare 1965 Clark Cortez has arrived but not without hilarious faults and unimaginable efforts to get it started. However, an antique finicky motorhome and a story to go along with it is exactly what we wanted so this is the start to our adventure!
Finally, we are telling our big secret and hope you aren’t letdown: We’re excited to announce the purchase of our first home, a rare 1965 Clark Cortez.
Both halves of my first dose of Ocrevus, my new MS infusion medication, are finished. Here’s more about that . . .
My blog is slowly growing, which continues to surprise me so overall, this is a quick post saying a massive thank you for your support!
At the waterfall, we let the hours slip by as we followed the flowing water down the mountain. Hopping over the rocks, we smiled and laughed, challenging each other to stone skipping contests in this little piece of forest we had to ourselves . . .
It was a frigid winter day when we hiked to one of Shenandoah National Park’s most famous waterfalls, White Oak Canyon.
We made my first multiple sclerosis infusion be a celebration of sorts and once it was done, I realized there is power in positivity.