The sale went, without a hitch, she’ll be a great new owner, she’s into permaculture, has a man friend she’ll keep in the basement (giggle), took notes as I told her what was where in terms of perennials, told her about black locust, the small ones, too, fast growth and how great the grass is back there for compost, or better yet, a grazer. Someday, maybe, who knows? I pointed out the way back to Hale Brook, taught them poison ivy.
Her man friend liked the shed, bunches, didn’t realize quite how big it is. It's big.
But here is happy, way happy, being outside. I love sleeping outside. The campground just cleared out, bigly, the weekenders have headed off, back to their lives of, well, I was going to say drudgery, but won’t, not everyone drudges as I did back when I worked.
Not that I don’t work now; it’s almost one pm and I’m finally just sitting down, and yesterday, after getting here later than I’d have liked after driving longer than I’d have liked I had to hop to and get the tent up, get the bed in, get the table and stove and this box and that in, just enough to get in and somewhat arranged, enough to crash for the night.
Fewer long drives, more long stays, that will be the ticket, for sure, easy once I get rid of the rocker and get myself more westerly and southerly for the winter.
But I love the new digs, both the tent and the van, the van has been great so far, it’s a new life for it, too, before it was a service van, it went short distances and sat, it’s never run long distances on Interstates before, it likes it fine. Me, I prefer a few hundred miles at best at a time, and for sure, that will be the way to go, once I settle in.
Already I’m learning the ways of the RV life, and man, I’m the only person with a tent here, but that’s okay, because the van is plugged in, not hooked up to water, didn’t do that here, walking for water is fine, but at every site there’s a pole with a place to hang one’s thing of choice to hang, some folks have names, some have flags, saw a way interesting black and white with a stripe of red through it US flag alternative, no clue what it means, unless it means I’ve shifted realities and that’s what the US flag looks like in this one.
One never knows.
I hung one of my Glass Onions and a Dream Catcher, the gecko, light will be pretty when it’s sunny, it’s not today, but that’s okay, it was yesterday, and really, yesterday afternoon as I was hustling with the set up and sweating like a pig it was pretty hot with the sun out; today it’s pretty gorgeous with it in. Or not out. Or out, but there are clouds in between it and me.
So today I started sorting and arranging, figuring out what I’ll need every day, what will mostly be back in storage, making stuff accessible, rearranging what got tossed into containers by use, when really, that means that every container is aways out, sorting by use, so it’s likely a better idea to have one that’s just stuff I’m using now, others for what I’ll use later.
No bars here. Not the alcohol kind, although those exist down the road, the other kind do, too, the telephone bars, so I don’t have a hotspot, but that’s okay for today, I’ll run down to the camp store tomorrow, or not, don’t miss it, have to remember to unplug the van, WTF, might do that tonight, everything’s charged, and tomorrow I’ll run down and stock up on food for the next few days, get me into Ohio.
No alcohol allowed in the campground, either, but that’s just a rule, one that can be ignored, although I hate having to pee 10 times in the night so really, no alcohol is fine. I’ve discovered that really, I’m not addicted to alcohol, at all, not like weed. They mostly exist, those rules, so drunken assholes can be thrown out, they don’t really care if you have a beer in front of the campfire. There’s nobody here to check up on a person, anyway. But I don’t have one, a beer, so won’t have one.
Tea is quite nice.
Really deserted now. I’ve got neighbors two spots down, there are still a few scattered about, but not many. I suppose more will show up, but who knows, it’s Sunday. We’ll see.
But none did. Last night was totally deserted, closest neighbors hundreds of meters away, nice. It poured, and I mean poured, started an hour before sundown and went on all night and when I stepped out to pee in the night I didn’t zip back up, the tent, not my sweats, they don’t zip, to the right spot and got a little water in the tent. Bummer. Lesson learned.Luckily there was a swale right there in front of the door that held it. Convenient, that.
And I’d also thought about pulling the great bag down from the roof of the van when I was unloaded and rearranged, but didn’t, I’d sweated Saturday night under the quilt, it was warm, need just a sheet sometimes, but with the rain and the damp it got really cold, not freezing, the quilt was fine, but not waterproof, not as warm as that sub zero sleeping bag, it was chilly. Lesson learned.
There is a little learning curve. That’s okay, I’m a quick study.
To be honest, I got kind of apprehensive about the wild assed decision to sell the house and move into the tent and van, even felt some angst about being on the road, didn’t sleep well in that shitty hotel room in Hartford, or Vernon, or whatever, but after a nice night last night, and gods, the quiet at night, the early morning, the view out my front windows, the air, the trees, the birds, the work of it, just to get the fire started and a meal fixed, I love it.
I love it. Even the rain. The fire was great this morning. A hotel and hot shower tonight. Happy, happy, joy, joy.