Strolling Amok

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Moving Day

Actually, this is a couple of days before moving day, when I was doing laundry. Burros like the smell of unscented detergent, I guess. The next night, two of 'em curled up on the ground nearby to sleep.

Actually, this is a couple of days before moving day, when I was doing laundry. Notice there are five of them. Burros like the smell of unscented detergent, I guess. The next night, two of ’em curled up on the ground nearby to sleep.

I decided to change locations because of barking dogs, generators running, and people moving in closer. Fortunately, a short local move is a whole lot less of an ordeal than true Travel Mode, so it was no big deal to prep.

The "driveway" entrance to my very large new perch.

The “driveway” entrance to my very large new perch.

The entire available area of the Imperial Dam LTVA is stupendous, so I went touring and settled on a sort of peninsula that is sparsely-populated. It tested Read more…

Riotous Living Dept.

I Like to PartyI stole this from my daughter-in-law’s Facebook page, which often presents Universal Truths like this. I’ve found that partying fits neatly into the mobile lifestyle. I am one party monster!

Life at Rancho Begley

"A man’s mind plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps." Proverbs 16:9

“A man’s mind plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9

Used to be, the thought of sitting outside for a half-hour or hour to watch the sun go down seemed like a peculiar waste of time. Sure, it’s nice. Appreciate it, take a mental photo and go on to the next thing. These days, I’m noticing that it can greatly change appearance in a mere minute – or less. My mind, as always, wanders and considers things, but is no longer “somewhere else” entirely.

Another translation of Proverbs 16:9 is, “We plan the way we want to live, but only God makes us able to live it.” I actually only planned to live in a travel trailer that would be able to go from place to place as needed. The actual goal, in lofty terms, has been to widen my view of life, and determine my place in it. Most folks have this done by the time they’re halfway through their twenties. Me, I’m more of a late bloomer. Still, I finally feel as though I’m on track. Right place, right time, right life. All of it just feels right, and necessary.

The Strolling Amok blog is ostensibly about “mobile living”, or at least one form of it from one guy’s perspective. It is that, but don’t assume that Read more…

Transportation Central

Bryce arrives and tries to get air into a confrontational tire.

Bryce arrives and tries to get air into a confrontational tire.

Simple goal – go for a bike ride to see the petroglyphs at Tyson’s Wash. Bryce hadn’t seen them and wanted to, so Charlene was going to take him over for a look-see. I was going to go with them as far as I could before my wrists acted up on the rocky ground. But Charlene’s bike tires needed some air first. The front was no problem, but the rear had a Presta valve, which is a fairly rare style. The good news was that it included a common Schrader valve adapter. The bad news was that it just wouldn’t let air in.

Bryce showed up with a hand pump that instantly adapted to either. It wouldn’t take air from his setup either. Our guess was that the Slime puncture-resistant goo inside had solidified enough to Read more…

Busted!

It seems worthy to note that right on completion of a post mentioning that RVs have stuff that fails, my fridge went out. All the indicator lights read just fine, but it ain’t cooling at all. It thinks it’s running, and so the gas keeps going, which it’s not supposed to do. I goofed with it a little, and there apparently isn’t much to be done until I get to Quartzsite, 3 days away. So I shut it off. Food loss was minimal – mainly just a bag and a third of “Sea Varmints”: a frozen seafood mix of  critters dredged up from the ocean, and some frozen lima beans.

I’m not leaving in 3 days, though. Despite a forecast spritz of rain Wednesday and Thursday, I’m hoping the final speed event is able to take place from Thursday over the weekend. So, I’m changing my diet to foods that don’t require refrigeration. Desperate men do desperate things. To that end, I made a trip to town to mail off the failed Kidde smoke alarm, and for the dump station, diesel fuel, propane refill, laundromat, and food for my readjusted no-fridge diet.

On the way back, I went out to the Salt Flats entrance and saw Read more…

Out For a Walk

A canal feeding brine back toward the Bonneville Salt Flats.

A canal feeding brine back toward the Bonneville Salt Flats.

Nothing spectacular today, which is nice for a change. The daytime temperature edged back into the 70’s today, and since I was already out to pump the camper’s waste tanks into the Tankmin in the Furd, I went for a 2-mile walk down the road heading for the Salt Flats. There are two 12-inch pipes coming out of the ground, each a hundred yards from the roadway. There must be a heckofa pump or two somewhere, because the flow rate out each of those pipes is impressive, and they flow 24/7. It seems that a potash plant on the other side of I-80 is returning leftover brine back to the salt flats.

That’s good, because the Bonneville Salt Flats used to be 90,000 acres in 1963, and today covers only 30,000 acres because of that plant. For speed freaks, that has reduced the former 10-mile track surface to just 7 miles. 18 inches of salt have been removed, and this voluntary return is hoped to slow further shrinkage, not hold or reverse it. Potash is a key ingredient in fertilizer, and this result makes sustainable methods of farming look like an admirable thing to me.

The last few days have been inordinately cold and windy, with highs at about 50. Officially, wind gusts registered Read more…

The Fear Factor

Prepping the ill-fated solar system for the Glorious Adventure.

Prepping the ill-fated solar system for the Glorious Adventure.

Actually, I should have posted this a month ago, but August 28 marked the anniversary of my moving into The Enterprise as a full-time home, and October 9th will commemorate when I first hit the pavement. Venturing rapidly into a completely unfamiliar lifestyle always has its pitfalls and concerns, but I believe that when you’re handed a one-way ticket to Elsewhere, it’s time to look at what hasn’t worked, and consider something different. Kind of a start-over. What would you do differently, considering the here and now? Make lemonade out of lemons, if you can. The march of time prevents a do-over, but if you’re still breathing, there’s always at least a little time left for a new start. Action movies contain precious little philosophy, but one brief interlude in the film Bullitt has the disillusioned female lead ask her boyfriend, “What will happen to us, in time?” He answers sagely, “Time starts now.” My takeaway is to live deliberately. The future may not be entirely in your hands, but the course you decide to set is.

Many of you live vicariously through this and other similar blogs and websites, enjoying the “adventurous” mobile lifestyle and wishing – slightly – that you could one day do the same. Sure, it’s cool in a way, but you know deep down that you’ve got a lot of other things going on that are much more vital to you, so it will probably never actually happen. Doesn’t hurt to daydream about the possibilities open to you though, regardless of what similar or very different form they may take. Living mobile is just one tiny little niche. Living deliberately is a wide, wide span. Dream that.

Getting shoved into a dream

I’ve found that the waterfall effects of the Read more…

Cave-In!

Oops!

Oopsie!

Lest you think that nothing goes on when you’re boondocking in the middle of nowhere, apparently nowhere is a happenin’ place! Offered for your consideration is this grader, which was moving dirt from the high ground to slowly fill in the deep void near the roadway when the earth collapsed, tossing the rear end into the ditch. The driver thinks that if it weren’t for the wide blade, it might have gone onto its side. They tried to pull it out forward with another grader that was onsite, but it couldn’t find enough traction on the dirt. So, the driver is now traveling about an hour and a half to get Read more…

Valuable Crap!

Charity shops don't know what to do with weird stuff like this, so to eBay it goes.

Charity shops don’t know what to do with weird stuff like this, so to eBay it goes.

Now is the agony of selling off obsolete junk that, to the right people, is too valuable for me to donate or discard. From the start, I have a month to do it. So, it’s eBay time. The stuff falls into two categories: 1/10th-scale radio controlled race cars and film cameras.

RC cars, as they are called, were once popular as a hobby. The cost of the equipment and race day fees got out of hand however, and it turned into a fad lasting two decades. It’s the typical story of having to become a wealthy equipment geek to win, and many couldn’t simply enjoy the drive. People still race RC cars today both on and off-road, but despite equipment prices having dropped, the numbers are way down and it’s a tiny niche compared to what it was at its peak. I’d guess that three quarters of the race tracks have folded, too. It was a lot of fun for me to go racing, but many of the remaining off-road tracks have morphed into overdeveloped venues with gonzo jumps that older equipment was never designed for. It was about racing then, and now it’s about seeing how high your vehicle can jump without breaking. The cars have also gotten bigger, evolving into caricatures of vehicles that once were close to scale. Since all my stuff is obsolete and mostly uncompetitive now, I figured they were a discard. Not so. For some reason, vintage RC cars are going for Read more…

Oh, That’s Just Wrong!

This is what you can find in commercial campgrounds in July.

This is what you can find in commercial campgrounds in July.

I guess I’m officially an old curmudgeon now. Out for my morning walk, I passed a park sign that announced a “Christmas in July” celebration today, complete with an alleged turkey dinner (bring your own sides). That’s the thing with campgrounds that bill themselves as resorts. They have to offer amenities and manufacture social events to justify the cost of staying there. Some folks just love this kind of stuff as a way to have fun, meet new friends and socialize. For me, it’s offputting to even think about trying to enjoy being in a roomful of complete strangers and sitting down to eat at a bench and table. I prefer meeting people one-on-one, like the couple who were in back of my site that were full-timers. Very nice folks. They recently left for a month to head for Wisconsin to see the kids and grandkids, and will return after that. Anyway. walking on, I saw the above holiday tragedy of Read more…

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