My Trails

While walking near my camp one day, I came upon a small trailer hidden back in the woods. The door was open so I said hello from a distance. An older man came out and said hi. I talked with him for a few minutes about the weather and the nice spot he had for a camp. I wanted to make sure I was on national forest and he assured me I was fine to camp where I was parked. 

I asked him a couple more questions about how long he had been here and if he had a home nearby. He immediately became defensive and answered my questions with, “how can I help you?” That’s when I realized he was probably hiding from authorities. 

I told him I wasn’t going to say anything and that I had overstayed my legal camp stay a few times. His camp was clean and neat. I saw no junk laying around or trash scattered about. Those are the kind of things that spoil dispersed camping for those of us that keep a clean camp. I try to leave a campsite cleaner than I found it. 

A few days later I saw him drive out on a bicycle pulling a trailer. He didn’t return until later that day with the trailer full of supplies. I never saw the bike at his trailer; it must have been hidden behind the trailer or a tree. 

I don’t know what his story is but I’m pretty sure he is living in the forest. There are a few locals that drive by and I’ve seen a few people walking dogs. His trailer can be seen from a couple places on the road. All it will take is someone from town to report him as a suspicious, abandoned RV or someone living in the forest and a law enforcement officer will pay him a visit. His evasive answers to their questions will not work on them. 

Im sitting here in my RV, looking out my window at the distant mountains, and contemplating the 78 times I have traveled around the sun. The trees and sky are vivid colors and the air is crystal clear. The birds sing as they hop from branch to branch but the rest of the forest is silent in this glorious peaceful morning. 

All this got me to thinking about simple pleasures, or in my case a simple mind. One morning while staying with Donna I awoke quite early and went to the living room and sat in the dark. A while later, Donna came out and was surprised I was just sitting in the dark and not doing anything. I may have been daydreaming or just thinking, I’m not sure. She was puzzled that I didn’t have the TV on or that I was not on my phone looking at social media. I wasn’t even drinking coffee.

I sometimes wonder if we live in a world where we must always have some kind of stimulation. Watching TV, surfing the internet, reading a book, listening to music and audibles, or engaging in conversation. All these are fine things to do, but do we need stimulation constantly? We are certainly social animals and most of us cannot live without surrounding ourselves with other beings. I guess there are a few people that are happy to live as hermits or loners, but they are exceptions. 

I don’t meditate. I’m probably more of a daydreamer than a thinker, although I have solved many problems in that dream state. I’m as much a social animal as most other people. I enjoy texting with family and friends, and although I’m quite an introvert, most of the time I enjoy social gatherings. Just writing this gives this simple mind something to think about. Maybe my stimulation right now is wondering what shape that cloud reminds me of.

One of the things that is annoying about living nomad is doing laundry. I have enough clothes that I can go a couple weeks before I have to find a washer, but after that it means that what I’m wearing is dirty. I’ve always said that living alone is not as important for pristine hygiene, and I have to admit that wearing the same clothes for many consecutive days on an AT thruhike taught me some bad habits. Now,  my lifestyle of not doing anything doesn’t get my clothes as dirty as it did when I was working or hiking, but I usually want to keep clean enough so that I don’t disgust myself. 

Going to the laundromat is now more expensive than it used to be. Washers can be upwards of $5 and dryers usually about half that. Take into consideration driving to the laundromat and spending hours waiting for machines to finish, adds a lot of cost in time and money. 

My first attempt at home laundry was with a bucket and plunger. I would wash out a few small garments, wring them out by hand, and hang them out on a line to dry. This worked ok but I found I didn’t have strength in my hands anymore to wring the soapy water out of the heavy clothes. I eventually added a crank-roller wringer and that system has worked well the last few years. 

I started looking at these portable washing machines I had seen on YouTube and decided to try one. I usually have unlimited water in the winter and ways to get a good supply in the summer. I have plenty of electricity to power a washer and I figured I could keep it in my shower stall so it wouldn’t take up extra space. It’s light enough to pick up and move out of the way when I take a shower. 

Ive used it several times to wash my clothes and it seems to be easy and quite efficient. It has two tubs, one for washing and rinsing, and one for spinning the clothes dry. You have to transfer the clothes from one tub to the other and you have to monitor the fill of water. It gets the clothes super clean and the spin cycle gets the clothes super dry. It only takes a short time for the yellow ball in the sky to dry them the rest of the way. 

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I have a couple more upgrades to talk about. Maybe they are not so much upgrades as luxury items or fun things to me. I have been spending money like a drunken sailor and I don’t think Santa will like me buying myself these presents!😉 But let me explain how I rationalize getting them. 

Donna gave me one of her rocking/easy chairs last year and it has been comfortable for many days of lounging. I have sat in it so many hours that the fabric is starting to wear through. And the most annoying thing is that it picks up all my sweaty odors and was beginning to smell like me. Even after Febreze and fabric cleaner, it still had that locker room air. I try to keep clean and I’m constantly cleaning my rig, but living cooped up in the desert or on dusty, forest roads, doesn’t help either. 

I started looking at office chairs as an alternative to a recliner and found some that are leather, will recline, and even have foot rests. They like to call these chairs executive chairs. I decided to order one to try as my main potato, considering I no longer had a couch anymore. 

A while ago I couldn’t even spell executive and now I are one! Amazon advertised a plush leather chair that met all my criteria so I ordered it, and then a week later, assembled it where my other chair lived. I was hoping by being leather it would have that new car smell, but it has a strange odor I’m hoping goes away soon. It is quite comfortable, however, and I will give it some time to bond with me. 

Moving on from the chair, the next item I bought should save me some money in the long run.