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Continue reading →: March 17 – I hit 4,000 miles for my trip. I’ve spent 48 nights in my camper, at an average of $38 per night.
At 9 a.m. I was on the road again, past Houston where for what must have been 100 miles you’re in 3-6 lane traffic, half of it semi-trucks transporting all kinds of goods from the gulf. I-10 here is maddening, nothing but warehouses and billboards, and Texans with oversized tires…
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Continue reading →: March 16 – Maybe the people driving the reckless vehicles are personal-injury lawyers
800 miles is a long way to drive when pulling a trailer. It’s a long way to drive anytime, but when you’re pulling a trailer, if you’re relatively sane, you’ll keep it a little slower, around 65, maybe 70 if it’s completely calm and the roads are good (maybe even…
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Continue reading →: March 15 – The promise of an end table
It’s funny, but when I started this trip, in my first and second week, I started dreaming of a larger camper than my R-pod 179. Whenever I had to be indoors (for work and/or weather), I felt frustrated and slightly suffocated. Early on in the trip, I was also the…
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Continue reading →: March 14 – “This present that we’re in right now—they call it the gift”
The Conecuh National Forest campground at open pond started to turn over today, as several of the people I’ve come to think of as “long-termers” left. It’s kind of sad, in a way. I’ve been here 12 days, and all 3 were here when I arrived—the max stay is 14…
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Continue reading →: March 13 – A good steak often fixes everything
A couple in their mid-60s or so stopped by to chat with me today as I sat outside working. They asked how I liked my R-pod camper and said they met 30 years ago and were tent camping then and they’re tent camping now. They were on their way to…
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Continue reading →: March 12 – I’ll be up late tonight
Today was an unmitigated disaster. I essentially drove 200+ miles through a monsoon to eat a $50 lunch. The trip to see my friends included a ferry ride… long story short, I didn’t make it the whole way, grabbed some sushi and a bloody mary at a restaurant after giving…
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Continue reading →: The inedible pinecone of failure
A person doesn’t own a campsite. This is obvious, and no one would argue that point. But you do, for a time, pay a small amount of rent and occupy said campsite. While that does not make the site yours—its parking pad, firepit, picnic table, and surrounding green space—it does…
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Continue reading →: March 10 -The Walmart sporting goods store guy doesn’t believe in time
Today I walked past a guy who said he caught 20 fish here yesterday. He was sitting in the grass along the shore fishing with his wife, and he was hooked up to an oxygen tank, likely for congestive heart failure. Fishing is a good way to spend your days…
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Continue reading →: March 9 – I foresee a Walmart parking lot campground in my near future
I made red beans and rice for dinner tonight, in an ode to New Orleans, which I’d planned on seeing but which I think now that I’ll have to skip. While there are plenty of places to camp around New Orleans, there aren’t many with availability unless you planned in…
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Continue reading →: The history of poking things
I’ve been feeling uncharacteristically (at least so far on this trip) frustrated as today has progressed. And I think I can pin it on two things. Thing 1) I’m starting to get a little pissed off about not catching fish, and thing 2) I get frustrated with myself if I…
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Continue reading →: March 7 – A guy lost an arm once
Open Pond Campground at Conecuh National Forest is really a prototypical campground experience. There’s a forest, and a lake, and some camping spots tucked in around the shore of that lake. There are some hiking trails, but nothing strenuous, and lightly trafficked roads for biking. But there’s nothing “big” around…
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Continue reading →: The beast just kept on coming
The guy camping next to me has an old, beat up work truck—the kind with tool boxes all along each side of the bed. In the middle he’s built up a small space to sleep with a tarp pulled tight over it. He pulls a small, windowless storage trailer that…
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Continue reading →: March 5 – Sounds like sumthin’ you oughta do anyway
This morning was another perfect day at Open Pond Campground, Conecuh National Forest. At 74 degrees and sunny, I took my morning coffee on the dock, casting and sipping. A father and his young son (7 or 8) were also fishing, the dad spending most of his time setting up…
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Continue reading →: March 4 – I’m not from around here, but I’ll take it
Today was a quintessential day of camping. I laid in a hammock. I went fishing. I went on a bike ride and a hike. I grilled a steak. I went fishing again. And now I might have a fire. It was 75 and sunny, with hardly any bugs. While fishing…
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Continue reading →: March 3 – Things are looking up
A guy at this campground at a spot across from me has a leaf-blower. I can’t stand leaf-blowers even in a normal yard-care environment, but I don’t know where to begin when it comes to bringing a leaf-blower camping. There is no more annoying sound than the high pitched scream…
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Continue reading →: March 2 – I am un chien andalusia!
First thing this morning, the time-traveling guy walked over. I saw him coming and from 100 feet away he started talking, “You know, I aught to have let you have that spot last night, I’m sorry. I should have,” he said. He gets extra points for his kindness after the…
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Continue reading →: March 1 – Maybe he was time traveler
After a half day of work, I left Hunting Island in the rearview this afternoon. I made a pit stop at a Camping World 60 miles later where I was able to buy a converter, which I hope will fix the issue I’m having with the electrical. I crossed through…
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Continue reading →: Surrender — to the world’s wonder, ready as it comes
I subscribe to a newsletter, The Marginalian, by Maria Popova. Often it seems to come at just the right time, like when a book appears in your life just when you need it, then later means so much less, because you’ve moved to a different place in life. Popova’s writing…
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Continue reading →: Feb. 27 – Because digging gets pretty tiring after a while
I started to plan working from the road mostly because Minnesota’s winters were beginning to challenge my enthusiasm for continuing to live. I actually enjoy snow, don’t get me wrong. Before I left I was really getting into cross-country skiing. I like downhill skiing, too, and snowshoeing, and ice skating.…
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Continue reading →: Feb. 26 – 19 miles to Taco Bell. I hit the gas.
I woke up feeling spectacular, and after coffee I made breakfast outside: ham, an egg, and toast. It was delicious. I yelled aloud to the campground, “I’m back, you sonsofbitches! I’m back!” I didn’t actually say this, but I thought it, and then I headed down to the beach to…
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Continue reading →: Feb. 25 – Why the f**k! do the strawberries have coconut in them?
Today I drove into Savannah, (just 50 miles from Hunting Island, SC) a city I visited for the first time more than two years ago in the relatively early days of the pandemic. I felt like I knew the city somewhat even before then, having read Midnight in the Garden…
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Continue reading →: Feb. 24 – Laundry
I was about to drive into Beaufort, SC, tonight to do laundry for the first time in a month (I brought a lot of clothes, I swear), but then I noticed that one of the campground bathrooms has two washers and dryers. Then I found out that someone had canceled…
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Continue reading →: Feb. 23 – My stomach is a sad, shriveled sack, devoid of food joy
I’m drinking a hot cup of beef bullion and there’s nothing better. Still today, I’ve been mostly unable to eat. Shorts that were too tight two weeks ago are sliding off my waist. I’d been losing some weight, but that process accelerates quickly when you go from a 2,500 calorie…
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Continue reading →: Feb. 21-22 – Feeling small
Tuesday morning at 3 a.m. I woke up with food poisoning. The next 36 hours are a blur. Somehow I made it through a day of work, though I cannot vouch for the quality of that work. I know also that at some point I felt like I could feel…
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Continue reading →: Sea pork is a thing
My Google search history for today includes “pink fleshy thing washed up on beach.” On a morning walk, the tide out at Hunting Island, I came upon a softball sized, roughly round chunk of meaty pink thing. I prodded the thing with my toe, flipped it over. No appendages that…



