Dec 11-Jan 1, 2015
We almost became stuck as we headed out onto a sandy flat where we had parked last year with no problem. Tal kept the accelerator floored and by a stroke of luck all 18 wheels kept rolling. When we jumped out to take a look, we could see where the trailer had attempted to dig in.
The problem was there hadn’t been enough rain to tamp down the sand so that it was good and firm like the year before. We were both disappointed that a few of our favorite parking places had become inaccessible.
Then it was chilly, much cooler than it had been the year before. Nearly a week went by that we hugged the wood stove and stayed cozy inside.
The timing was perfect for me, as I needed to work like a fiend to polish up an 18 year old book that had been sitting on a bookshelf collecting dust. We started many mornings at 4 or 5 am and no later than 6. I would work 10 to 12 hour days and then have to give it a rest. My mind would be in overload and I couldn’t think straight anymore. After several weeks of this, the end was in sight. Tal had been a real champ in keeping everything running smoothly, the wood stove stoked, and even jumped in to help with proof reading and some public relations work.
I only took a few walks in all that time and my body was screaming at me. I had to wonder if the sacrifice was worth it, yet I couldn’t stop the wheels of motion once I had them going. I had to follow through.
One of the neighboring campers sought us out and brought us a pile of wood pallets to burn and then Tal found a huge burn pile that had hunks of what he called “coal.” It was leftover wood that hadn’t burned completely and was like charcoal. That was a real lifesaver for the long cold days that the fire was kept burning.
I set my book, COSBY’S LOVE CHILD to launch on New Year’s Day. Though the book was mostly written, it was in draft form and needed a lot of going over and proofing. I had to design a cover and setup the book for print. By the time I finished that project I had a shoulder screaming at me to stop. The last cover change went in Christmas Eve morning and I took the next two days off to enjoy the holiday and relax—take a walk!
It was a great feeling to finish up a project that had been started so long ago. I also put together a book of short stories that were connected to the first book. They were to be launched New Year’s Day as well. Now to market them!
In the midst of all that a mouse came in with a split piece of wood. We had an unwelcome visitor. The cat hunted him for about three days before losing interest. We decided we would have to set traps but didn’t want to hurt him. Fortunately, when we went to get water he decided he didn’t like riding in the trailer and finally decided it might be better to live somewhere else. Problem solved. Whew!
For Christmas we were parked right alongside the Colorado River. It was a sight to behold. Ducks were swimming, Pompus Grass lined the shore and danced in the breeze, and the sunsets were amazing—lighting up the water so that it was sparked with glittering diamonds. We didn’t see any other humans for days. This lifestyle affords us million dollar views and we speak our appreciation every day.
It finally rained enough that the sand hardened and we were able to drive to one of our old spots. My hand-built fire pit from the year before was still intact. We were about a half-block distance from the river and in a big open area with plenty of dead wood for Tal cut for firewood.
Some friends we met last year came out in their 4-wheel buggy and brought several cars full of their friends along as well. It was a ready-made party and we gave a tour of the trailer. One woman asked me, “Was it a cultural shock for you to start living this way?”
“Not at all,” was my answer. In retrospect, I have been preparing for this my whole life. From living Off Grid in a commune in my early twenties, to living in the country on a mini-farm where I learned to preserve food. My shopping trips had to be planned, and all that practice has come in handy for living this lifestyle.
When you see how some other people are living out in the wilderness we are living high on the hog, and feel ourselves wealthy in our environment. Our 424 square foot home with 9 foot ceilings is like a palace when it comes to living on the road. It may not speak of wealth in furnishings, but it has heat, hot water for showers, electric/solar, a sexy man in my very warm and comfy bed, and a pantry stocked with goodies, thanks to my children who loaded us up over the holidays. There is nothing else I need.
Tal and I are entering a new year in good health. Life is good living Off Grid and On the Road! We are PRWOGs (Prepper, Road Warriors, Off Grid), and we are living life to the fullest!