"Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town."

Woody Guthrie's I Ain't Got No Home

  Casey, India, SkidMark and Jones ready to Rock N Roll!!

 

Casey, India, SkidMark and Jones ready to Rock N Roll!!

I apologize for the delay. I’ve been meaning to write and it’s not that I haven’t been thinking about you it’s just….well….I’ve been adjusting. I’m putting my theory of living on the road into a reality. As we all know, the theory of doing something is much different than actually doing something.
 
I’ve slept in Jones, with the dog and all her 70 lbs of bed hoggingness next to me, since July 1st.  That’s been, what day is it? Ahhh yes, wow, 10 whole days!!! The first night was very easy since I was in my brother’s backyard in Joshua Tree. With the doors wide open to let in the desert night breeze while the pastels skies of the night and morning played their duel role of sandman and roster.  Wow, that sounds so romantic.  And the drinks of the night and the morning quail (who I named Doug) had nothing to do with it, I’m sure!!! 

Joshua Tree sunset....ahhh...yeah....

Joshua Tree sunset....ahhh...yeah....

Alas, life on the road is exactly what I though it would be, a life of not knowing what the fuck I’m doing!! Not knowing what I need, not knowing really where I’m going and not knowing what road I’ll take the next day.  All I do know is thank god for my atlas. It has become my saving grace. I knew I would have limited access to internet and cell service but not like this. I’ve listened to the same 10 song playlist for the past 1000 miles.  Yes, I have a few CDs but it’s too difficult to get to when driving in the middle of nowhere.
 
My first few days I drove on roads that had no one in sight. I’ve passed more people driving the 4 miles to work in LA than I did in the first 9 hours of my drive. But I guess you get what ya ask for. Ever since I moved to LA I’ve longed for being in the middle of nowhere and a good ol rain storm. Well, thanks to the universe I’ve had both. Hail, winds, gnarly thunder and lightening, all on the first day. It's rained every day I’ve been on the road. 

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So what is life really like on the road??? After a day of driving I find a place to stay. I prefer the national forest campsites because they are nice and cheap, usually $10 a night but this still adds up. I figure my rent is $300 a month. Once I’ve found a site to stay at, either online when I have a second of service or on my trusty Atlas, I then have to drive to the site. I’m in the middle of learning the National Forests language. They have a unique dialectic that’s, well, damn vague. I spend one evening driving endless dirt roads through 5, yes, 5 herds of cattle. Until I realized I needed to turn at the sign that said welcome to the campsite instead of going straight, which would be the logical thing to do when there isn't a sign to turn??? I'm learning. Another site had the name of the lake instead of the campsite name. Once you entered the lake site then the campsite sign appears, if I won’t have known the name of the lake I was staying at I would still be driving around. Regardless of the where’s waldo part I am falling in love with the National Forests.

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Inside of Jones, top photo is my closed work table with map and below is a bench that turns into my bed.

Inside of Jones, top photo is my closed work table with map and below is a bench that turns into my bed.

he set up. Each night I move up the front seats, put up a curtain in the front windshield. This blocks out light and if you are in a city people can’t see you sleeping inside, handy tip from my hobo friend and expert Bo Keeley, he’s a professional Hobo who gave me some great pointers for living on the road.  Next, I make up half my bed. I have a bench in the back of Jones that folds out into a bed in two parts. This makes it easier for India to jump up and I have most of the bed ready to go for the night. I then find sticks for my BioLite Stove, which uses sticks, pine needles and what not as its fuel source. I crack open an Omission beer and start to make dinner, organize my cooler which gets fresh ice every few days. After clean up I make the rest of my bed and crawl in with India. Before passing out I journal my days thoughts and then usually fall asleep curled up to my laptop after my unsuccessful attempts of connecting online. 

My life in now filled with things always shifting, setting up, taking down, refill, unload, move here, move there, not there, yes here, along with a ton of dirt and a shit load of dog hair. I won't change a thing!!!

My kitchen with hand pump faucet, sink and a Miss Pig breast feeding her piglets.

My kitchen with hand pump faucet, sink and a Miss Pig breast feeding her piglets.

hadn’t realized how much I had dove back into city life til I left. I’ve been scared at night, scared while driving, scared while at a campsite, scared of weather and pretty much scared of everything at one point but with every moment I’m out here, on my own, following my passion/drive/dream it becomes easier. It becoming the place I feel I belong.
 
There is more to come. Don’t worry. I just know that if you are like me and as ADD, you are about to drift off….Oh….shiny………

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