I feel the rain closing in. Picketpost is doing its best to hold it back, but you can see it climbing that mountain, and just know eventually it’s going to lower itself over the other side. But I’ve decided it doesn’t matter. There is such peace when I stop running away from something. Today I … Continue reading Day 11: Leaning In
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The Nomad’s Front Porch
At first glance, I’m challenged to find the obvious tie that binds the 8000 or so souls gathering each year at the Rubber Tramp Rendezvous (RTR) and Womens’ RTR (WRTR) in the Sonoran desert of Arizona. A survey of the parked vehicles suggests membership probably isn’t defined by rig-choice or economics. Large, newer-model, Class A … Continue reading The Nomad’s Front Porch
Van Health-Habits
Sometimes, when we change just one thing in our lives, everything else shifts with it. I was concerned about my health going into this road-trip. Worried hours of driving would aggravate my ornery hip and I’d become a slow-rolling van potato. I was already carrying 30 uninvited pounds with me, and didn’t want to … Continue reading Van Health-Habits