View from our room at the Pacific
after, Tom played a 3-day jazz festival in Monterey, where a woman
with the flu politely turned away from her friend to instead cough
on Diane, who then had the flu for the next month. Of course, Tom
got to have it, too. Flu shots were famously ineffective in 2015.
Meanwhile, our rental in Los Osos became vacant, and we soon
learned our property management company left much to be desired.
This led us to the difficult decision to sell the home built by
Diane’s dear parents, three-quarters of which we’d purchased
from their estate (with the sale of Diane’s investment property)
– the house to which we’d intended to retire. With the
proceeds, we bought the Wawona cabin – a furnished, 6 year-old
vacation rental – planning to move in. We incrementally lowered
the price of our Fish Camp home, waiting for an offer.
Two escrows later (and the attendant
anxieties), Delaware North (Tom’s employer) lost its bid for the
Yosemite concessions contract. Facing the uncertainty of a new
employer, still with no offers on our Fish Camp home, and
Diane’s future health in question, we bravely (dumbly?) pressed
on. Then came an alarming new development. For Diane, the new
cabin was uninhabitable, allergenically speaking, first due to the
old carpet, and secondly because when we had the carpet replaced
with a new wood floor, they’d mistakenly used a toxic smelling
underlayment from China that was worse than the carpet had been.
We’d not only moved all the cabin furniture
from Wawona to our garage in Fish Camp (with help from Peter and
Joe), but much of our belongings from Fish Camp to the cabin’s
garage. Meantime, we’d learned that moving our seven-foot grand
piano was too much for the local movers, or even for the
self-described “piano movers” from Fresno, and finally found a
company that offered, with six large men and a “stair-stepper”
device, to move the piano the seven and a half miles to Wawona –
for $2,100! – on account of the stairs. We’re not entirely
sure the piano would sell for that much in today’s market.
This was the last straw – it was time to
fold. We decided to stay in Fish Camp – our home is no longer
for sale. We called back our friends Peter and Joe, who with
sympathetic faces and strong backs and two trucks helped us move
all our stuff back home, and all the cabin furniture back to the
Diane, faced with increasingly sever
symptoms, and steadily decreasing bone-mass, and no viable
alternatives, underwent surgery (parathyroidectomy) at the end of
August which immediately corrected her blood count, followed by an
The cabin now has a new concrete driveway, a
second (this time non-toxic) new floor, and we’ve done endless
cleaning, hazard-tree removal, yard re-grading, landscaping, and
interior decorating to ready the cabin for rental. Newly named,
WawonaMoon started taking guests on December 25th.