The past week and more has been spent wandering the desert, hunting future Boondocking camps... and Living Free!
We found this camp a few days ago using our old method of just checking out the NF roads we passed. Not having any signal in Mesa Verde I couldn't use my High Tech Methods. ;)
Grace commented yesterday that she'd read "Negative" comments on the Delorme Atlas... "roads that it showed but that quit"... and roads they couldn't find... People totally dependent on technology...
Which is why I use Google Maps as a double check. Paper maps are largely made from information that might be years old, not much of a way around that for 'em... old as in the last "Survey". In the intervening time roads and man made details get changed. It's Life.
The main detail I need from it is the National Forest and BLM boundaries anyway... and those rarely change.
The Google Satellite views are only months old, so a much more up to date check on the roads that are or aren't there.
That's why you can't just depend on paper maps... you got to use that thing twixt your ears... Just 'cuz the GPS or a Map tells you something, don't make it true. You have to use your eyes too (and that grey thing behind 'em!). I can't help but laugh at the folks who get into genuine jackpots 'cuz they blindly followed the voice on the GPS and drove up on the sidewalk! ;) crying all the while; "But the GPS said!...."
All the methods I have in my "tool box" for finding camps brought us here to our current camp on the San Juan National Forest;
We'll have to get the hell out of Dodge though... 'fore it comes time to Mow! ;)
and the views from here aren't too bad either.
Just up the road the last storm is just melting off the high Peaks...
|*View of our Driveway*|
Fail to do that and technology is gonna leave you twisting in the wind... Every time.
and you're sitting in the shade with a cold brew, listening to Bob Seeger "Roll You Away"! ;)
and feelin' guilty 'bout all the folks pounding their fingers to bloody stubs on the keyboards in their cubicles...
After all I've talked 'bout how much we don't have (as in dollars) I still get mail Working around that question.
I do believe folks think I'm yankin' their chains when I say we got nuthin'.
So... I'm gonna be a lil' Un private here... one more time.
It feels kinda like walkin' down the street naked... though as purty as I am that probably wouldn't be too bad ;) ... but here goes;
We've generally got less than a grand in any sort of emergency fund. Often, much less. Truly! That wasn't the Plan... just the cards life dealt. 2007-20010 whupped my behind like a step child!
We'd Planned to double our meager stake with our recent labors at PIR... but then... the Dental Fairy whacked me in the caboose... and PFFFFTTT! Another Plan shot to hell! Oh well, Life in the West.
So, like I said... what we eat this month... we made last month.
Now I can hear folks sayin'... "Yeah... must be hard to live on six grand a month!" ... Ok... Not so much. I'm not gonna lay out every nickle and dime... that's a lil' TOO naked... even for me...
But... let's just say that our Living bounces around just over or just under 24 grand a year. Used to be that was a significant amount. Not any more. Not with the price of bread and diesel.
The point is... just 'cause you ain't got a lot of money is NO EXCUSE. The thing that can keep you from living how you want... The ONLY thing... whether it's the way I'm goin' down the road or just about any other, is You.
It's how you look at the same things I do. You go "down the road" and hit a deep pothole that jars your teeth and blocks your progress...Some nasty Ol' sow bucks you off and sticks your head in the sand... WHOP!
Kinda like the Army tossin' me to the curb with a broken spine. Too stove up to soldier any more... So I went back to another dozen or so years of Cowboyin'! :) Too dumb to do anything else.
Sure I understand frustration and weariness. I get there too. So wallow in your depression for a bit... then...Stand up. Dust off your jeans... take a deep breath... Cowboy Up! and Get Over It!
What happens now depends on how you respond to the endless obstacles that come along. I see two options;
1. "I can't get around this. I can't go on. I'm whupped. Boo Hoo, Poor me.
2. "Where's the way 'round? How do I fill in this hole. How do I beat THIS?
It's consciously choosing to grab the Devil by the tail. That red headed orphan that just smacked you down. Take a good solid grip on his tail and start spinnin' that sucker till he's dizzy... Once you've got him sailing fast... and when he's pointing straight at a solid wall... Let go!
Ha ha! If you're a lil' bit on the mischievous side... tie a few knots in his tail 'fore you let 'er fly!
Tomorrow I'll start catchin' up on the past week. like our run over the Moki Dugway...
|*Relax... I'm not THAT close to the edge! ;) *|
Southern Utah... If you've never been... you Gotta Go!
Sittin' in MY cubicle... surrounded by the San Juan National Forest