Chez Rockwood

As many of you know, Tyler and I have moved to Whidbey Island. Between the time he was offered the executive chef job at Captain Whideby Inn and our recent departure, only three weeks passed. Now I'm living in a trailer down by the beach.

Chez Rockwood is an excellent little home — larger than what we were expecting, but small enough to motivate the permanent home search. I can honestly say I didn't think I'd be living in a RV Park anytime soon, but that's what makes life fun and exciting.

When you buy an old, inexpensive pop-up trailer, there's bound to be a few problems. So far the trap under the sink is cracked, we've found a a few drafty holes in the canvas, but overall the recreational unit is in pretty good shape. I can't seem to figure what's wrong with the propane pressure for the indoor stove, but at least I have my trusty Coleman to come to my rescue.

And the dogs are adapting surprisingly well to the new lifestyle. Moses has identified his sleeping areas, and Aspen loves the proximity to all of the food. And a hike to the beach everyday probably doesn't hurt either. Ted, our Beta fish, is in his own little world.

I must apologize for this poorly written post. Today was Tyler's first day of work. He left at 8:15 a.m. this morning (they start lunch at noon) and won't be home until late. At least I have free wifi to distract until he comes home.