Four Country Gals

Shari (the author) was out in Forest Grove, Oregon. Right up until the computer got packed on “the island”, Cindy was providing a “blow by blow” account of everything that was happening.

You see, Cindy and Shari would spend hours chatting back and forth on the computer while they both did whatever they were doing on the computer. Had it been possible, Bev and Cindy would have flown Shari to Ohio to help them drive the vehicles out to Utah… but there were other options that made more sense.

So Shari stayed put, and got very frequent updates. Even when the gals were on the road, Cindy checked in by cell-phone at least when they crossed state lines. Shari also had their itinerary on her computer, so knew about where they were at all times.

Mom, who had lived on the island with Cindy and Bev for the least amount of time, seemed to have the most stuff.

The kitchen was her domain. So, everything in the kitchen was hers. Rumor has it that until she moved in, Cindy and Bev didn’t eat nearly as well as after she got there.

Mom has virtually every uni-tasking tool, toy, and utensil that’s been produced. Add to that all her multi-tasking tools, bake ware, cook ware, canners, mixers, etc., and you could fill a small trailer.

One of Mom’s most favorite things to do before (and even after) she moved to Put In Bay, was to trek down to Amish Country. There she’d find delicious and tempting spices, baked goods, canned goods, etc. Needless to say, she had a pretty good stash of stuff like spices, popcorn, dried fruit, and assorted canned products. All that had to get packed.

She’s also a “crafter”. She quilts, sews, and makes all kinds of little goodies, so more boxes of fabrics, and crafting supplies.

Since Mom was still recovering from the knee replacement, packing everything fell on Bev and Cindy’s shoulders. Mom was the supervisor. If she said keep it… it got packed. If she said “well, I don’t know”… we’ve not found it yet.

A short while before the actual moving date, Mom went to house sit for a dear friend. According to Cindy, that made it easier to pack what was necessary first, and add the other stuff later.

When it came to the “toys and tools” that Cindy and Bev had, well the question was kind of… will we need this in the desert? That means the little lawn tractor with the snowblower attachment stayed behind… not the best decision they made.

Making arrangements to move when you live on an island accessible only by ferry boat or small plane makes life exciting. In addition to scheduling the movers, they had to ensure that the moving vans were waiting dockside on the mainland for the very first ferry of the day.

On moving day, all they’d have to do is seriously move like crazy to get all the household goods packed into the moving van, the Avalanche (with a 12 foot trailer), and the Blazer in time to get off the island via PRE-RESERVED slots on the last ferry boat out for the day. You see, mid week getting on the island was pretty easy… it was getting off with an 18-wheeler that was a bit tricky.

Oh, and they had the dogs to consider…

Right in the middle of the busiest season of the year, a time when ferry space was hard to obtain, Cindy and Bev had been to the mainland more times than they wanted. One of their dogs, Bree a beautiful young Black Lab had gotten sick. She was losing weight, had been unable to keep food down, and was coughing a lot. She really didn’t look good at all.

The dogs, all four of them… well, except for Koda, the pup, were just a bit “undone” about all this packing stuff… They’d never seen such activity. What was going on, anyhow? In turn, each of the dogs made the trip to the vet with Bree, to get their health exams. After all, what they didn’t know was that they were moving… out of state, and way away from the water.

Yikes! This is getting scary.

Here they are… Suddenly they’ve sold their property, and have nothing to move to…

Fortunately they’d been packing for the better part of the last two summer seasons and moving stuff to the mainland. Still, there was a lot to do.

They’d made a couple of trips to Utah over the past two years, so at least they had some idea of what was available, and where to look. Thank God for the Internet, a cousin, and cheap long distance phone service.

Bev and Barb (the cousin) started the search. The criteria… at least 5 acres with a house. The house had to have at least three bedrooms, and a fenced yard for the dogs. Oh… and they really wanted it to have a roof, too.

And, they wanted to avoid things like serious repair issues. Earlier they’d fallen in love with a log house that met their criteria. Upon closer inspection, there were split logs which were going to require thousands of dollars repair.

With time running out, the real estate agent asked if they had considered Beryl.

Beryl? Where the hell is Beryl?

There was a place there that had been vacant for about a year. it was just under 10 acres (9.65 acres) and it had a house with three bedrooms, two baths, a full basement, and a walled-in back yard.

Barb and her hubby drove all the way from St George to the middle of nowhere and checked it out. Their comment… “If we were twenty years younger, we’d have snatched this place!”

These pictures are all complements of Barb, who made sure she got pictures of everything from the front of the house to the full basement. After all, Cindy, Bev and Mom would be basing their decision on the pictures. No time or money for yet another trip to check it out.

Well, no matter if it was in the middle of no-where, this fit the ticket! Offers were made. Counter offers were made, and within just a couple of days, Bev, Cindy and Mom had made a deal to buy the place, as is… almost sight unseen.

Sold!

Whew! Now they could continue to pack and make arrangements for moving.

Remember, they lived on an island… one which was only accessible by ferry boat or small airplane. And… they were packing up over 20 years of stuff accumulated by three women.

What should they do? They had a Chevy Avalanche and a Chevy Blazer to haul stuff. But, only one vehicle, the Avalanche, was set up to tow anything. That meant at the least, they’d have to talk to U-Haul.

Wait, let’s see what a moving company would cost. After all, Cindy was working full-time, Bev was able to pack, but would often tire rather quickly. Mom had gone through knee replacement surgery and was still in the final recovery stages. All she could do was supervise… (more about that later).

Good move to get bids from the moving company. They saved thousands by not using U-Haul, not to mention how much of their own time they’d have used.

So, the packing began…

Before Beryl and a homestead, there was an island, where first Cindy, then Bev, and finally Mom made their home.

Now, normally when you think “island”, your mind drifts to somewhere tropical. Not so in this case. Ever heard of Put In Bay. OH? It’s one of several islands in Lake Erie… not tropical, but still one really hot party place in the summer.

Cindy moved there shortly after a divorce, choosing to bring her son up with a real appreciation for nature (trapping, hunting and fishing), while still getting a regular education. As for Cindy, she was commercial pilot, flying folks on and off the islands for a number of years. She later worked as a State Park Ranger, Police Officer, and Dock Master.

Bev was hired by the Put In Bay Police Department. When looking for a place to live, Cindy’s name came up as maybe looking for a roommate. Life isn’t exactly cheap on a resort island, and there wasn’t much in the way of rental property.

That was over twenty years ago. The two have become close friends, and continued to share a household. Now, before you get the wrong idea… there’s no joint underwear drawer, or sharing of other personal space.

Cindy’s Mom used to spend the summers after she and her (now ex) hubby retired from their “Fish and Bait” Company. After a few summers, she chose to stay on the island. Cindy and Bev enlarged the house, and made a really nice addition just for Mom.

Mom’s health started to waiver a bit. First there was the heart attack, and later the knee replacement. Perhaps they should start looking for a place “a little closer” for medical help. After all, getting off the island wasn’t the easiest thing, even during the busy season.

In 2002, their lives turned upside down. Bev was diagnosed with cancer. Suddenly plans to relocate were put on hold while they cared for her. Fortunately, she pulled through. If you ask her though… it’s not something she ever wants to do again. After 20 years, she retired from the Police Department as “second officer in charge”… quite an accomplishment for a woman, even in 21st century.

By 2004, it was time again to look for “new digs”. They (the three of them) wanted somewhere warm, dry, unspoiled, and generally quiet, yet not too far from medical needs, and general shopping.

So, they put their beautiful island home on the market, and set about re-inventing their lives.

Where to go?

Well, Bev had a cousin who had recently moved from Southern California to Southern Utah and she shared her excitement and love of the area. After a trip to the area, they were convinced. This is where they’d go.

Ever tried to sell property on an island where you have to take a ferry in the summer and fly off of it in the winter? Let’s just say it took a while.

So, how did Shari get into this adventure?

In 2003, Cindy thought it would be great to make some money on the Internet. She found a program called “Affiliate Showcase”, and in turn discovered an e-book which explained the program in great detail. She promptly ordered the e-book, and then… well, and then… she had all kinds of problems with e-mail getting blocked.

Shari, the author of the e-book, couldn’t get her link to Cindy, and you guessed it… Cindy filed a complaint with PayPal. Fate intervened and one day, Shari just happened to see Cindy pop up on MSN Messenger (thanks to having her e-mail link stored).

Well, the two gals got the differences settled. Cindy canceled the PayPal complaint, and over the next couple of years, they became best friends. Thanks to a couple of other programs they were both working, they could chat for hours… boy did they!

Through the summer, into the fall and winter… finally spring, the house was still for sale. Even through the next summer and back into fall… no takers. In the meantime, Cindy and Bev had located (and put earnest money down) on one home in Southern Utah, only to lose their earnest money when their place failed to attract a buyer.

They would locate several more, but having been burned once, they were much more wary… kind of like a walleye once caught.

One more winter on the island.

Finally, Bev was feeling pretty perky again, although not able to work. Cindy was working “gigs” that were more part-time as they didn’t really want to commit to yet another year on the island. May 2005, some folks came to see their property. A couple weeks later, they came back.

Yahoo! In June they made an offer, which the girls countered. Offers accepted, the real work began. Would you believe they really wanted to close by July 4? The girls talked them into closing the first week of August. Yikes… that was still only 45 days… and they didn’t have anything to move to in Southern Utah!

“Oh Kathy (the realtor)! We need a place with a roof, three bedrooms, and room (fenced) for the dogs. Pronto! Like yesterday!”

Keep watching here, as we reveal just what it’s like to carve a homestead from just under 10 acres of tumbleweed and sand. Fortunately, this little piece of paradise came with a house, water, and electricity.

The rest is up to us. Laugh as we put our “city girl” skills to the test. Cheer for us as we “tote that railroad tie” and “lift that hay bale”. We get downright creative at times.

Be sure to check back frequently for the latest episodes of “Four Country Gals”. If you thought “The Golden Girls” were great… you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet!