We’ve slid from the wilderness womb into civilization. It’s not a graceful slide.
We are on the East Coast helping Jase’s parents with life.
There is a vast difference between the West and the East. The West is dry and open with changing landscapes every few miles. Wilderness camping is plentiful. The East is dense with civilization, humid, and void of change. There are countless restrictions when trying to camp.
Our wilderness adventure is becoming extinct. We are once again prisoners of society.
This too shall pass.
Nothing is permanent.
The end of our west coast adventure was spent with my son Owen. He flew into California and we had a grand time. Pandemic and protests can do as they wish, the show must go on.
Jase and I drove across the U.S. of A to the east and wrapped up our adventure in Maine and Rhode Island. If life asks us to remain out East we shall try to plant some roots in either of those 2 states as we have found the salty ocean air to be of great benefit to my mental and physical health.
Our final adventure was taking a tandem kayak into the ocean on a rather intense day. We were amidst 3 foot swells and schooners zipping past.
Neither of us know anyone who has had Covid. We are following the guidelines of each public place we enter and living life one moment at a time. We feel very removed from all the goings on in the world and are hoping to maintain a healthy distance from the drama.
It’s our 8 week camp~a~versary. We are crusty in all the right places.
I don’t doubt you can smell me through the screen. My last “bath” was in a green algae laden river that induced a panic attack. It broke so many of my personal rules. Yet, there I stood in my unflattering one piece, water up to my knees (that’s as deep as I could go before my heart would stop). I stood as only an adult toddler could, rinsing my body and hair with a cup.
It’s been a month since my last post. We’ve been camping for 56 nights and have paid for 1 night of camping and 5 hotel stays. Our favorite app is I Overlander for free camping. Pretty sure there’s not an app for free hotel stays……..yet.
Saving money on rent during a pandemic has never been so much fun. Ask us how we feel about it once winter shows up.
We’ve done and seen some great things since the last post. The least great being Las Vegas, I have laid my curiosity to rest for all eternity. I prefer being smelled through the screen.
Yes, that is Jase being re-born through the very top of our “indestructible” tent.
There was a wind storm and the seams chose to stop doing their job.
We were enjoying our stay at Lake Powell and had to adjust our itinerary to exchange our home at Cabela’s. The closest one was a 5 hour drive down to Phoenix. Very out of our way, but what else could we do? We have our lightweight tent with us, but it can not withstand all weather conditions.
Cabela’s had no problem allowing us to exchange our tent without a receipt for a completely different brand and threw in a $300 gift card.
By the time all was said and done it was 6pm in the middle of 110 degree heat, PMS and did I mention how much I despise busy city type places? I had a melt down in the Cabela’s parking lot.
“NO! I am not camping near this shit show of a city Jase! AND I refuse to drive anymore today! AND we just got a new tent that neither of us has ever set up before. I’m beyond exhausted, hungry, hot as fuck and delirious with hormones, I’m useless right now Jase, fucking useless, you would have to DO EVERYTHING! We are ripping a hole into our budget and staying in a hotel so I have a chance to regroup and catch my breath.”
“Ok, honey, that sounds great.”
So that is what we did.
I’d like to backtrack a week or so. After our last spot in Delores, CO, we made our way to Moab Utah where my second son Trent met us. We had a delightful time hiking and enjoying each others company.
On one of our hikes we had the pleasure of aiding a couple who had been lost in a canyon for 5 hours. All other passerby’s didn’t want to be bothered with it. WHAT????????
Jase was exceptional with keeping them calm and echoed his phone number down to them so they could send him the pin of their location. The rangers came along and helped navigate the couple out of the canyon.
We were all set to pack up early Saturday morning and head our separate ways. We did a scenic 8 mile hike (yes! I did it, slowly, but PAIN FREE!) on Friday and were planning to head back to camp for dinner when the wind and rain started. We quickly checked the forecast and the area was under a flash flood warning.
Upon arriving to camp at 8 pm, our tent and bedding was soaked and covered in red desert dust. We quickly gathered our things to get out of the canyon we were camped in. Trent lives in his van so he went to higher ground and found a parking lot to stay the night.
Jase and I drove out of danger until 1 am and set up our soggy gear in a cow field. We awoke to thunder and light rain along with wind gusts and had to tear down quickly almost losing our lightweight tent.
We eventually made it to Lake Powell where we set up our indestructible tent and it did not make it through the wind gusts. We did enjoy a few days of peace before shit hit the seams.
All in all, Jase and I are embracing this lifestyle and taking things one moment at a time. We both had a difficult time falling asleep in the hotel last night, which is a sign we are acclimating to the great outdoors.
The funny lookin funnel thing in the above photo is what I call my “she-wee”. It’s god given name is “the freshette”. I’ve used it for the past 5 years to stand and pee in the woods. It wasn’t until this trip that it malfunctioned. The funnel couldn’t handle the flow and spilled over into my pants and down my legs. Good times. Fuck off she-wee……. you are no longer on my favorites list.
We drove from Montrose to Dolores, hitting the town of telluride on the way.
We popped up a quick camp for the night and had some red curry for din din. The insta pot is becoming a great companion.
We are traveling with both of our cars bursting at the seams with gear for every occasion. Living out of your car is nothing like packing up for a weekend of camping. This is a whole new ball game and we are making up the rules as we go.
Yes we are alive, and yes this is our tent, inflatable couch and all.
We have come in to town to check email n things. We are sitting outside the closed public library in the car using their free internet.
We are staying at a beautiful wooded site, on a creek near the mountains. Our first 3 nights have been smooth. We will stay here at least 3 or 4 more nights as we try to get the hang of things.
We are very fortunate to have glamping gear for our newfound homelessness. Even Cricket is enjoying the hell out of it.
I’m happily devouring Sylvia Plath’s “The Bell Jar” and will likely start it over once I’ve finished it. How have I not picked this book up before, it came out it 1963…….where have I been?
I’m gradually becoming friends with the insta pot. We made a green curry that was quite edible and some oatmeal with apples, cranberries and walnuts. I’ve also decided it makes a great place to do the dishes. They come out steamy, just like a dishwasher.
I much prefer the old fashioned method and Jase makes for some great scenery.
Well, that’s it for now, I hope everyone is well! We must get back as Cricket is back at the homestead and is bound to be hosting a kegger with the woodland creatures.
The best part is the bottom of this thing is folded under and the end is all the way up to my waist tightened with a drawstring. All 5 feet 2 inches of me gets swallowed up in a sleeping bag.
Remember the snuggie?
We uncovered the puffy version in Jase’s gear. I promptly made fun of it and then had to take it all back once I put it on. It’s the warmest, coziest sack I’ve ever been embraced by. I will likely live in it.
The last few days have been a roller coaster, I’ve somehow managed to recover my sense of humor.
Jase and I are back on track and moving forward with our plans.
Will update more when I can, just wanted y’all to know I’m still laughing.
I miss reading everyone’s blogs and interacting. Sending you all light, love and snuggie hugs!
P.S. I’m still not best friends with my instant pot.
Cricket the cat is quite frankly the love of my life. My little angel in a cat suit.
She puts the goof in ball.
My life has taken yet another unexpected turn in the last 2 days, one that I don’t feel at liberty to share just yet. It’s painful and ugly and it hurts. It’s ok to be sad and terrified while simultaneously doing what needs doing until moving out in 5 days.
I need to take the next few days off from blogging to clear my head.
I appreciate each and everyone of you for sharing your lives with me. I love the stories you share and it never ceases to amaze me that good people stop and read what I have to say. It’s crazy! Love you guys 🙂
The 1977 hit from Ram Jam kept looping in my head during my excursion.
I got what I needed and made a quick exit. Tampons and earplugs. I tried to joke with the elderly gent at the register the earplugs were for my boyfriend. He was hard of hearing so the joke fell flat like a brick.
Anyhoo, it was a beautiful day so I found a place to stroll in the sun and talk to Archie and then a bestie of mine. My anxiety calmed and it felt good to be out.
The thing that touched my heart the most, is my bestie shared that she called a suicide helpline to find out the best way to talk with me after my overdose. She didn’t want to say anything that would come across as hurtful.
What a beautiful act of kindness. How caring and thoughtful.
We were both disturbed at the fact she was on hold for 25 minutes. She said if she were suicidal she would have been dead. The man on the line explained that with covid they are unable to keep up. What an unfortunate reality.
My anxiety is high again today. I can’t stop shaking and my heart is pounding. I suppose it’s time to stop procrastinating and start packing.
I’m also working on an insta pot menu as our plan is too keep our grocery bill to $50 a week while we tent it.
Thank you to everyone on here for reading my ramblings. Hope you are all well, I appreciate you.