I thought about making it in three days, but the beautiful spot I boondocked at Roosevelt Lake was marred by the proximity of the highway. It is a quiet highway, but nonetheless, a decently traveled road with views of my campsite. My first night was initially difficult. Pugsly had a little mishap in the truck. I took her pillow out and washed it in the lake, then set it on the truck hood to dry. Her bottom was kinda poopy…
One of the problems with having no particular direction, is trying to decide where to go. For some ridiculous reason I decided to start this adventure right before winter holidays. I like to think that being alone on holidays doesn’t bother me. I’m pretty much agnostic. For the past few years, I’ve volunteered to work on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years because I’m the only one on my team without family here. With only me and a room full of…
I’ve got two weeks before my job ends, and then it’s a few days of taking piles of stuff to donate and cleaning the cottage rental. My latest questions to myself have been “what is the best laundry detergent to take with me?” and “how many rolls of toilet paper should I bring? When I figure out the answers to those intense questions, I’ll let you know! I did finally (I hope) figure out my potty situation. The camper came…
It’s official. I will be on the road come early December. Holy cow. No job, no ‘home base’, no real plans. As a friend reminded me, You can always make more money but you can’t make more time. “If you don’t do it this year you’ll be another year older when you do” ~ Warren Miller It’s time to leave the caustic workplace, and the lonely rental. Me ‘n the dogs are going on the road. Since it’s winter, a…
Bob and I had camper breakfast Wednesday morning and parted ways. I left Canyon de Chelley with the intention of camping one more night, but with only a five-hour drive, I just went back to my cottage. I spent the next couple of days cleaning out my camper and truck, sweeping red dust from crevices, and throwing away accumulated trash. Most trips don’t have an epiphany, an “aha! moment, and I figured this month wouldn’t be an exception. But I…
What have I learned so far on this trip? That people are rip-off artists. Everyone will charge a fucking premium if they can get away with it. Ah, California. I’m reading Steinbeck’s “Travels with Charley”. So far, it’s the best of all my travel-related books that is clicking with me. Page 20 “I did not want to surrender to fierceness for a small gain in yardage.” I kind of want to make that my motto. Pg 62 “ In Spanish there…