Life is one beautiful trip.
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| 7 selfies later, we finally got a picture without our hair in our eyes. |
We are left with a few random
thoughts about our trip. OK, I have many, many random thoughts throughout the
day. Let’s start with why I write this blog.
- I am a
pathological writer. I write for a living and at the end of the day, when
it is time to unwind and relax–I write some more.
- The blog
is a way of remembering details. I’ve already had to ask Joelle, “Which
road was the really windy one?” Meaningful experiences last in my memory, but
specifics do not. “Oh, what was her name?” I look back on old blog posts all
the time and relive special moments.
- I hope to
inspire you. So many people are waiting to start living. They are beginning
their careers, or they have children, or they don’t have the money, or they are
waiting to retire. Traveling is like having a child; there is never a perfect
time, but you never regret it. Take off on that adventure before you become
even more bogged down with responsibility. Go before your knees get creaky and
you hesitate to climb the rocks. Just think of the stories you will have to
tell at cocktail parties. The earth does not stop spinning because you have
taken a week (or even two!) off. I have not gone into bankruptcy or lost
clients. My house was not foreclosed. The world was still here when I got back.
But I look at it a bit differently, a bit more blessedly detached.
Useful tools, and stuff we didn’t use
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| Carrying all those bags clearly twisted my spine. What the heck? |
Headlamp: We freakin’ love our headlamps. I felt like a real chic
geek when I sported my headlamp to walk to the public restroom at one of our
campgrounds. They were useful in moving around the van at night, and you can
read by the light of the headlamp, too. Cheap and fun purchase.
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| Geek chic |
Two types of shoes: Managed the entire trip with nothing more than a pair of cheap
tennis shoes and flip flops. I’ve had expensive hiking boots in the past, and they were heavy and hurt my feet. They didn’t protect me from
anything.
Sleeping bags: Even though we wound up spending every night in the
van which came with linens, we really appreciated having the bags at night for extra warmth. It was so cold in the mornings, my glasses fogged up when I first put them on. The bags are super
light, plus easy-to-pack and carry.
Tent: Did not wind up using the tent on this trip. We wanted to be
prepared for a spontaneous night under the stars, but the pop top on the van
felt just like a tent anyway, with the canvas sides and zip windows. Plus, we
encountered so many high winds during this trip, assembling the tent would have
been very frustrating. Doable but exhausting.
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| The luxurious mezzanine level. Room with a view. |
Food: A little planning went a long way. Very happy I brought my
own granola from Charleston. Having a healthy snack on hand reduced the
temptation to pick up quick junk. I did grab an airport yogurt and it was
ridiculously expensive. Stocking the van also decreased the downtime and
expense of pulling off for meals. We really enjoyed our impromptu picnics at
the marina and along the trail. We saved money on breakfast and lunch, so that
we could indulge a little bit at dinner.
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| Lunch on the go |
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| Hardly roughing it when Christina sends along gourmet truffles. |
Laptop: Joelle did not bring hers so that she could completely
disconnect from work. She made a couple of calls for ease of mind and spent the
rest of the trip mellow and happily cut off. I brought my new 12” MacBook,
which fits easily into my backpack. My laptop is as vital as an internal organ
for me. I did a little bit of work on this trip, which I don’t mind at all. I
created my career around this model. I wanted a way to earn a living that was
completely transportable and I have achieved that goal. There were a couple of
delayed responses due to signal difficulties, but nothing insurmountable.
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| Getting charged up in the wilderness |
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| Writing by the campfire |
Coffee: As long as we have coffee, we can endure anything. When we
picked up Steady Betty and found the French press in the back, I was over the
moon. The folks at Vintage Safari Wagons are my kind of people. Clearly, they
are people of great taste and discernment. Coffee by the campfire is the best
coffee in the world. On our last trip, we used a marble enamel percolator. I
also packed a Stanley French press thermos. Clearly Stanley has great taste,
too. There is no camping scenario which precludes coffee.
I may be sarcastic and cynical, yet I’m also pretty sappy. My biggest takeaways are deeply emotional. I spent a great
many miles in 2015 traveling alone. (Well, Scooter was with me, and he is a
great listener, but he doesn’t contribute a whole lot to the conversation.)
Hands down I enjoy traveling more when Joelle is with me. She is calm. She is
steady. She is funny. She is a good sport. She has a beautiful soul. She is a
great conversationalist. We look at life the same way. Everything I saw,
everything I did was a richer experience because I could share it with Joelle.
We have a few videos we shot of the gorgeous vistas, and in the background, we
can be heard “oohing and aahhing” at the same time. We were both deeply moved
and on the same wavelength.
When I traveled alone, I saw
beautiful things and had great experiences, and without exception, each time, I
thought, “Oh, I wish someone else could see this right here, right now, and
have this experience with me.”
Joelle and I have parted ways at the John Wayne airport. She is back home with her family. I wake up in a Chicago hotel
room and take a few minutes to luxuriate in the squishy mattress and fluffy
covers. It was enjoyably indulgent. It gave me time to reflect on the previous
days in Big Sur and Malibu. Darryl would have loved this trip. He would be so happy and encouraging of the camping that I have started. We never camped
together. He would go off with his friends and with Griffin for his camping
weekends, and I was happy for him, but I had no desire to do the same thing.
Peeing in the woods held no appeal for me.
Now, I dream of all the places I
can fall asleep under the stars.
As I lay there, thinking of
Darryl, missing him terribly, it dawns on me – this is the little bit of himself that he
has left with me. A portion of his spirit stays with me, snuggles with me in
the sleeping bag, looks up at the stars with me, hikes through the woods with
me. He has left with me his sense of adventure and wonder. And I am never
alone.
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| Love these guys. You can thank me later for not posting some of the other pictures Darryl took. |
A word or two from
Joelle
In the months before walking into the Dallas Love Field airport
on a Saturday night in April, ready to start our journey up the West Coast I had
a mantra running through my head, “Restore, Relax, Recharge.” I needed to unplug from responsibilities
and listen to my inner self once again.
I knew that this trip with Maggie, aka my Gypsy sister, like
the trip from Dallas to San Diego, would bring my mantra to fruition. It
would be a trip of relaxation with no expectations, no deadlines, no rushing to
see this “place” or that “thing.” Just a
slow and steady trip with a little lunging and creaking from Steady Betty. I would restore my mind and better yet, hear
that little voice of intuition that gets pushed to the bottom and struggles to
be heard.
The redwoods speaking to us in
Big Sur, the ocean crashing on the rocks as we stop for the 20th
time on the side of the road to get one more “I cannot believe how beautiful it
is here” picture, the wind whipping through the small side vent windows on
Steady Betty as we travel up PCH and the 101. All these sounds are like meditation
breathing, in and out to the swaying trees, whipping winds and crashing waves
bringing a peacefulness. Yes, I am
recharged, relaxed, and restored.
I would like to mention my husband, Dave, since he is as much
a part of this as me and Maggie. He is a
very understanding man who appreciates and nurtures my need to go be a hippy
dippy Gypsy. He chuckles and shakes his
head when I tell him we will be driving up the Coast in a vintage VW Westfalia
van with no destination, sleeping at campsites with the possibility of no
running water. Waking up in nature
trotting off to the “bathroom.”
I look forward to the next adventure with Maggie where we
can be free to wander on back roads, driving up mountains or maybe navigating
the waters with the only true time constraint, making it to the airport in time
for our flights back to reality. But just as equally, I look forward to
spending a time traveling with Dave, checking out new cities, staying in a nice
hotel, sleeping on a comfy mattress, and having fully functionally toilets and
hot showers.
