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AWACS - An American With A Chinese System

Copyright© 2025 by PT Brainum

Chapter 32

The party went on for a while, every family taking home several pounds of cheese, and the rest going back to the general store, which was just open Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays in the afternoon, for two or three hours. Anthony gave the number of the person who ran it, because they’d open back up in an emergency.

I got a ride back to my new place, just dropped off, and left to my own devices. It took about twenty minutes to cut out a spot for the RV, and another twenty to toss the rocks down the hill. I cut out a spot in the stone of the western side of the valley. It would put the door close to the rock, but most of the good windows, and the slide outs facing out over the valley. Once I had the pad perfectly not level, so rain water wouldn’t collect, I summoned the RV.

I pulled down the metal stairs, and opened the door to find everything there, just nothing where it belonged. I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and living room, then I got the jacks to level, and summoned the wheel blocks that hadn’t come with the place. I looked around, and decided I wanted a porch, and better steps.

Using my cutting skill, I decided to cut blocks out of the stone face at the southern end of the valley. I added a pattern on the bottom and top of each block, quarter inch ridges, which would let the stones lock together securely. It took doubling my strength many many times, and using my super grip ability to carry the stones, a foot tall, and a foot wide, but five feet long.

I set the bottom three with a foot between them, and then set the next three at 90 degrees to the first layer. Then I placed a layer of stones across the top. It was a nice solid five by five platform. The steps were similarly created, three 3 foot long stones, with three stones on top for the second step, and one five by three foot stone for the first step. That really took ramping up the strength.

Then I duplicated the steps on the other side, so I could get off the porch on the side toward the ocean. The steps still had five feet between them and the freshly cut wall so I could walk around them, as well as extend out the awning if I wanted.

I decided that the jacks would still let the trailer bounce too much on the springs when I walked around inside, so I carved stones to place under the trailer, six in all to fully level it slightly higher. I used a car jack to lift the trailer, and then sliced the stones shorter to get it all leveled. That done, and the 5th wheel feeling rock solid inside, it was getting close to dinner time, so I went down the steps and caught a lobster.

I didn’t have any propane, so I had to kill it, and leave it in the sink of the RV, while I walked back to the house. At the house, I found it empty of people, but someone had left a gift basket of local fruits and a little note welcoming me to the island.

I was glad to see that the bananas were almost green, as I didn’t like them soft or too sweet. I ate one while Colin 2 got washed up for dinner.

Owen came in, nodded, and headed to his room. I ate a nice dinner by myself, and then considered the time. It was only 6 pm here, which was also 6 pm in San Diego, and Portland.

I summoned my phone, sent a text message, and returned it. I needed to get Pete to buy a wireless charger for it, so it would be charged while it was waiting for me to summon it. I decided just to order one on Amazon and ship it to his house instead. I plugged in my phone and set it to charge, while I waited for a response. I summoned my laptop and started to surf the web, looking up various things on the internet about rainwater systems, off grid RV stays, and garden beds.

I was about to check for a response when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Owen was standing there, “You’ve got a visitor,” he said.

I stepped out to find the Mayor giving me a grin.

“I was just up at your place, it’s magnificent.”

My eyes narrowed, “I thought I said I didn’t want visitors.”

He waved it off, “I’d heard you’d been dropped off there, so I went up to invite you to dinner.”

“Ok, so what can I do for you?”

“Quite a lot I think. I’ve got my cart, let’s go look at your place.”

“Ok,” I said, “let me grab my phone.” I stepped into my room, and summoned the San Diego phone, no reply, so I sent it back. I grabbed my Pitcairn phone off the charger, and pocketed it. Leaving it plugged in counted as affixed, which kept the summoning skill from working.

I got in the cart with him, and he drove up to the green stairs, where he parked, and waited for me to lead the way. I didn’t like him behind me, so I suggested that he go in front since he knew the path better.

I followed him, his friendship meter still high, his emotional state happy, and the middle name of Meredith. Poor dude.

We got to the RV, so I unlocked it, and showed him in.

“This is nice,” he said looking out the big back window that faced the ocean.

I gestured to one of the dining booth seats, where we could both look out the pop out bay window that flanked the table. There had been enough charge on the battery to push the living room slider out, so there was room to move around. The place was a little musty after so many years of sitting empty, so I turned and opened the window behind me.

“I’d offer a drink, but the fridge runs on either electricity or propane, and I’m out of both at the moment.”

“I’m not going to ask how you did this, but I’d very much like to have you do more of it on other parts of the island.”

“Like what?”

“Could you dig a tunnel?”

“Probably.”

“There’s a number of fantastic spots on the island that are really hard to get to. A tunnel down thru the cliffs, to the beach would change the tourist accessibility completely.”

“I noticed that you are still using gas for a number of the four wheelers, but the golf carts are electric.”

“Part of how we are working as a community to reduce imports and increase exports. We are only surviving because we get about three million a year from the British government, mostly to pay for shipping stuff we have to buy. If that doesn’t keep up with inflation, it’s going to cause some real trouble. That’s the only reason we aren’t all just running around like savages, because it pays what it costs us to import stuff that makes civilization possible.”

“So what do you suggest?”

“You need a shed up there, where the new driveway will go, someplace to park your cart. That’ll block the view of anybody who comes around from seeing what you’re doing down here,” he said pointing behind me up the hill.

“We do have a small backhoe bulldozer thing, but we have to import fuel for it, and we are out at the moment. Next supply ship comes in February, and there’s fuel on it, but not a lot.”

 
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