Being back home briefly for the weekend was like a trip into a Bacchanalian festival. In the three days I was back in Burlington, I ate, drank, and took part in merriment that I haven’t yet experienced on my trip – excepting some aspects of Burning Man. Ken and Stacy’s wedding was perhaps the best wedding I’ve ever been to, and my Sunday morning hang over was certainly proof that I enjoyed every minute of it. My daily intake on the road has consisted of trail mix and a smoothie (onboard blender) for breakfast, a muffin or trail mix for lunch, and a turkey and cheese tortilla wrap for dinner. Some nights I actually splurged and got a sandwich at a grocery store or a burger at a pub! So having spent three days gorging on wonderfully prepared food and drink was a nice change of pace. Albeit, a short one. It was also really sweet to see so many people I miss. Some, I didn’t get to see, and I regret that.
Been on the road for a month – time flies! Even though I was “home,” I was still on the road, so to say. The last week and a couple of days, mostly in Yosemite, were truly amazing, and my mind keeps going back there. Haven’t spent this much time alone, I think, in my entire life… getting’ closer to myself, and allowing myself to retrace some areas in my life that I haven’t returned to in a long time. Simultaneously, trace new areas of my life as I hike and bike in some of America’s most beautiful places.
I keep thinking, “make your posts short, so people don’t get bored” but I find it hard every week to cram a week worth of travel to unfamiliar places meeting new people and combing the recesses of my mind into a few measly paragraphs. So for those of you who hang with this (and I do see the comments dwindling already), I appreciate your interest, but know that this is probably more for me than it is for you… what’s left of my formatively drug-abused mind and its wonderful memory won’t remember this trip otherwise (at least, a few months from now). That said, on to Yosemite!
“Yeah man. I’m gonna bring the Goddess down here Wednesday night, Kev.”“Oh yeah? I’ll finally get to meet her, eh Guido?”“Right, man. You haven’t met her yet! She’s outta site, man… I gotta go down to my claim tomorrow and check on this ladder I found up in this one dig…”After hanging with the two burnt out hippies at “The Tub” outside Mammoth Lake, I decided to clean out the van and head back north to Lee Vining to get online and work…
Clean the van, man. French fries. Dirt and dust. Laundry. Stuff piling up. Paperwork. Gotta do the ‘Making of Bessie’ video. Make a list, Sean…
- Fix Battery Isolator
- Return 1000 watt solar inverter
- Flush Hydro cell
- Clean veg filters
- Refuel veg.
- Fix 90-watt inverter hum
- Get yogurt and soy milk
- Mail out tire recall notification
- Etc…
Before getting online and working, my daily routine consists of waking up in Bessie’s belly, evacuating (I’ll spare the details), exercising, whipping up a quick banana-protein yogurt smoothie, and checking all van systems before take off. I’ve already become accustomed to not showering on a daily basis – it’s now closer to a weekly basis – so lastly I rub down with some lavender scented lotion to hide the French-fry laden body odor and replace it with some semblance of feeling and smelling “fresh”.
Lee Vining is a charming little town to the west, and directly on the banks of, Mono Lake; a massive, salt water lake that contains two islands in the center of it. The people were very friendly, and I enjoyed working at the Latte Da café while planning my route through Yosemite. Apart from working every day, dealing with Bessie’s newfangled energy systems have been taking the most time away from otherwise pleasurable pursuits – not to say playing with fry grease for hours on end isn’t, well, “fun”. Getting oil, however, was a piece of cake in Lee Vining since the Mobil Restaurant (yes folks, MOBIL has a restaurant in Lee Vining!) and the Mono Cone ice cream stand generously donated a total of twenty-five gallons of freshly cooked veg oil! Sweet. Needless to say, the mess in the back of my van mounts like the grease patches in an obese McDonald’s customer’s arteries.
Our ascent into Yosemite from Lee Vining was at a blistering pace of 20 miles per hour. Bessie is a heavy girl (baby’s got back!) at a weight of close to 9,000 pounds when full of veg. oil! Regardless, I made it to Yosemite Valley, the center of the park, within 2.5 hours, all on veg. oil!
“Yeah, it runs on veg. oil, a hydrogen double cell, and solar for interior electric,” I tell the National Park Ranger as I pass him a check for $80. “Where do you get the oil,” he asks as he hands me my annual National Park Pass. I almost feel as though I should have a little card of information I hand people when someone starts questioning my vehicle and trip… “I just pulled 25 gallons from the Mono Cone and Mobil Restaurant back in Lee Vining…,” I quip back, “pretty much anywhere I can.” I continued on into Yosemite Valley, the tourist destination in Yosemite NP. Later that night… 11:22pm… in the ‘day’ parking lot…
Bang, bang, bang… … “Hello in there…” “Hey. You can’t sleep here.”
(Shit. What time is it. Is it morning already? Don’t say anything. Don’t move. Just wait… wait… don’t breathe heavy… wait.)
Bang. Bang. Bang… “Hello? Anyone in there?” … “Yeah, we have a Vermont plate, white van – painted hand prints on the back, bike rack…”
(Stay still. Head down. Don’t breathe too heavy. Stay calm. Wait for it… wait for it… where am I going to go? Shit! It’s ok, I’ll find something, somewhere. Ok, it’s been at least a couple minutes. Let’s roll!)
I jump into the driver’s seat and scan the outside for rangers, then start Bessie up and roll out of the day parking lot – 11:22pm. I guess Yosemite Valley rangers aren’t kidding about the ‘no sleeping in vehicles’ warnings posted everywhere. After a half an hour of driving around, I finally find a seemingly good spot to pull over and crash at near some construction just before the Wawona Tunnel off the southern entrance road. I nestled Bessie between some construction vehicles and called it a night. While walking around looking for a good spot to piss, I noticed a trailhead sign that pointed out to my delight that I was at the foot of the Inspiration Point trail. Perfect place to crash for the night and wake to a nice hike in the morning.
My second night in the valley I decided to race up the Nevada Fall trail at a breakneck pace after work so that I could catch an 8pm performance at the Yosemite Theatre. The hike was a 7.5 mile, 2900 foot ascent up the Mist Trail to Vernal Fall and Nevada Fall. I cruised up and back in 2 hours and 45 minutes and made it to the performance with minutes to spare and a shirt full of sweat. The hike was breath taking – beauty and shear work out alike. The show - a performance by a local outdoor’s man who played the legendary John Muir; naturalist, conservationist, and all around environmentalist of the early 1900’s who is honored with natural namesakes all over the west - allowed me to ‘see’ the rest of the park and some of its history via the tales of John Muir in his own words based on his early writings. In retrospect, this sort of topped off my experience for the rest of the park without knowing it at the time.
Friday morning I hit the bike trail to take in the valley floor and hopefully see some wildlife other than the thousands of touristas milling about. No dice, unfortunately, save for the dozens of squirrels scampering about looking for some stupid tourist sitting next to a “DO NOT FEED WILDLIFE” sign to hand the cute little varmint a cracker… “You’re really not supposed to feed the wildlife,” I scold as I walk by. Silly humans.
The full moon is coming. Have to plan my weekend hike accordingly. Gotta get ice today. Block not crushed – lasts longer.
“No. Sorry. No more permits for Half Dome today (Friday). You’ll have to come back before 8am tomorrow and wait in line for a unreserved spot. You’ll probably get one, but try to get here by 6am if you can… they go fast.” 6am. Hmph. Well, if I don’t get one, I’ll just day hike it I guess… off to work.
Work these days consists of sitting on my computer at any number of unfamiliar locations of my choosing – as long as it’s close to a Verizon wireless tower and some electric. I keep thinking I should’ve invested in a little solar powered charger for my laptop. Put it on the shopping list… Since Yosemite Lodge was the closest thing to Internet (since there are NO Verizon towers in Yosemite) I sat outside at the Lodge Amphitheatre and plugged away at tech. support requests for 4 hours before getting back onto the trails.
“Do you want me to take a group photo?” I asked the 25+ person gaggle of Bay Area-ers as I walked by their congregation on the rocks in front of Yosemite Fall. “If you stop by the Ahwahnee lounge later we’ll buy you a pint” someone shouted back – how could I refuse? After the beer, they invited me to dinner, and I had the pleasure of meeting a few other outdoorsy folks and tell them the tale of my sordid trip. It was fun, but I realized again that I really need to find a Kinko’s and print up some cards… One of the guys I met was a cyclist who replied in kind with stories of his bike ride through the Canadian Rockies. Another told of their ride across country in a VW bus. Kindred spirits were abound. Nice. The night ended after dinner as the group broke to head to sleep at 9pm, since they had to be up at 5am, and I once again made the drive up to Wawona tunnel. Tonight the construction crew blocked the entrances to the look outs. “Fuckers,” I thought to myself as I passed. “I’ll just pull off past the tunnel.”
Oddly enough, past the tunnel there were no signs shunning overnight camping in the pull offs. No Rangers driving around looking for stragglers. Nothing but scenic escapes large enough for a few cars and the tourists in tow. Perfect. Looks like home to me. Night two and three spent on Route 41 just beyond the Wawona Tunnel – why pay $12 a night to camp, right?
“Sorry we just gave out the last permit to Half Dome and Little Yosemite,” the ranger droned. “Wait, is it just you?” the other ranger asked as he pointed out that they had one more solo permit.
“Yeah, just me,” I say excitedly.
“Ok, but you have to go in from Glacier Point – about an hour drive from here. It’s 7 miles from Glacier Point to Nevada Fall, then 1.5 to camp, then about 4 up to Half Dome,” the first ranger said almost monotone. “Good enough, man. I’ll take it!” I retorted.
So I got to spend my entire day Saturday hiking from Glacier Point – to the west of Yosemite Valley – down to Illiuette Falls, up to Nevada Falls, up to Half Dome – a huge solid granite mountain in the center of Yosemite Valley – and that night hanging with good folks at the backpackers campground just below Half Dome. At the camp I ran into some guys I met the day before at the permitting office who were really helpful with Yosemite info, and eager to have me head down to L.A. to check out some scenes there. I brought my backpacker guitar with me to the camp and struck out some tunes until the ranger who was policing the camp (mildly, but still keeping the peace) asked me to stop playing. Everyone enjoyed the tunes and I was given ¾ of a bottle of cabernet as a tip. I pleasantly accepted.
So I have to stop here to mention that if anyone out there – and you know who you are – are looking for any sordid tales involving ‘sampling of the flesh’ or Bacchanalian type tales of all night partying to full moons, blasting P-Funk, and getting giddy on liquor… well, it ain’t happening. Sorry. I’m just enjoying things naturally, seeing things I’ve never scene, places I’ve never been, and doing it celibate and mostly sober. This experience is about growth and wanderlust. Sure, from time to time I might partake in some deep conversation, political banter, the occasional beer or wine and local fare, but that’s really about as intense as this blog is going to get folks. I’m not Hunter S. Thompson, and I’m not claiming to be.
That said, hiking in Yosemite was super sweet. I took it as a challenge for myself physically, as much as I took it as an exploration into nature, and I have to say Saturday’s hike kicked my ass physically and spiritually, and I loved every minute of it. Sunday was a quick 8.5 mile hike back to Glacier Point, where Bessie was eagerly awaiting for me, and I in turn was eager to climb into her and take off. We headed to Mariposa, to the sequoia groves, only to be thwarted by the pack of tourists at the entrance. “Fuck it,” I thought to myself. “I’ll see sequoias and redwoods in other places. Today’s not the day.” My decision was based more in shear hunger than anything else really, and I headed on to Oakhurst CA to grab some tasty BBQ, hopefully some oil, and directions to Oakland.
The next few days were spent hanging with my friends Mike and Janine and their dog Crypto (namesaked after Superman’s dog I came to learn) at their house in Oakland. Interestingly enough, Janine and Michael are facing a life-altering adventure themselves as Janine has landed a job in INDONESIA for like 6 months – WOOHOO! SO cool to cross paths with other people who are about to embark on a trip where work and pleasure can be compatibly combined. Nice! Thank you both, again, for your hospitality! I really appreciate it.
I mostly worked in Oakland since my hours are now up to 30 (from 20) and didn’t see much. We did enjoy a tasty meal together, and some good conversation, but my time was short there. Mike and Janine were gracious enough to let me keep Bessie out in front of their house (I later find out the neighbors, rather than being peeved as Mike suspected, were interested and pleased by Bessie! Nice.)
I have to say that I’ve been pretty lonely thus far on my trip. Spending nights alone in Bessie’s belly has proven a true test of my resolve on this trip. But the fated contact I’ve had with people during the day has balanced out this loneliness to some degree – and the phone calls and emails from family and friends. (On that note, I have to add that I am once again blessed with the honor and responsibility of being an uncle, as my sister Beth has birthed my newest niece, Logan. Congrats again Beth and John!) I’m feeling a little more homesick since I was just there, and a little confused about my trip. Maybe it’s just the smell of french fries making me delirious?
Until next time… much love.
Omitted Tales: Veg oil pump broke and I called it in on warranty. Hydro cell is having a rusty well issue due to using non-Iron Depleted Distilled water – have to buy a filter for it. Solar inverter was cross shipped, installed, and working again, but has since again died – this time it caught on fire!
Burning Man moment: Learning EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique) from an angel in a group of unknowns. It was really mind blowing.
Been on the road for a month – time flies! Even though I was “home,” I was still on the road, so to say. The last week and a couple of days, mostly in Yosemite, were truly amazing, and my mind keeps going back there. Haven’t spent this much time alone, I think, in my entire life… getting’ closer to myself, and allowing myself to retrace some areas in my life that I haven’t returned to in a long time. Simultaneously, trace new areas of my life as I hike and bike in some of America’s most beautiful places.
I keep thinking, “make your posts short, so people don’t get bored” but I find it hard every week to cram a week worth of travel to unfamiliar places meeting new people and combing the recesses of my mind into a few measly paragraphs. So for those of you who hang with this (and I do see the comments dwindling already), I appreciate your interest, but know that this is probably more for me than it is for you… what’s left of my formatively drug-abused mind and its wonderful memory won’t remember this trip otherwise (at least, a few months from now). That said, on to Yosemite!
“Yeah man. I’m gonna bring the Goddess down here Wednesday night, Kev.”“Oh yeah? I’ll finally get to meet her, eh Guido?”“Right, man. You haven’t met her yet! She’s outta site, man… I gotta go down to my claim tomorrow and check on this ladder I found up in this one dig…”After hanging with the two burnt out hippies at “The Tub” outside Mammoth Lake, I decided to clean out the van and head back north to Lee Vining to get online and work…
Clean the van, man. French fries. Dirt and dust. Laundry. Stuff piling up. Paperwork. Gotta do the ‘Making of Bessie’ video. Make a list, Sean…
- Fix Battery Isolator
- Return 1000 watt solar inverter
- Flush Hydro cell
- Clean veg filters
- Refuel veg.
- Fix 90-watt inverter hum
- Get yogurt and soy milk
- Mail out tire recall notification
- Etc…
Before getting online and working, my daily routine consists of waking up in Bessie’s belly, evacuating (I’ll spare the details), exercising, whipping up a quick banana-protein yogurt smoothie, and checking all van systems before take off. I’ve already become accustomed to not showering on a daily basis – it’s now closer to a weekly basis – so lastly I rub down with some lavender scented lotion to hide the French-fry laden body odor and replace it with some semblance of feeling and smelling “fresh”.
Lee Vining is a charming little town to the west, and directly on the banks of, Mono Lake; a massive, salt water lake that contains two islands in the center of it. The people were very friendly, and I enjoyed working at the Latte Da café while planning my route through Yosemite. Apart from working every day, dealing with Bessie’s newfangled energy systems have been taking the most time away from otherwise pleasurable pursuits – not to say playing with fry grease for hours on end isn’t, well, “fun”. Getting oil, however, was a piece of cake in Lee Vining since the Mobil Restaurant (yes folks, MOBIL has a restaurant in Lee Vining!) and the Mono Cone ice cream stand generously donated a total of twenty-five gallons of freshly cooked veg oil! Sweet. Needless to say, the mess in the back of my van mounts like the grease patches in an obese McDonald’s customer’s arteries.
Our ascent into Yosemite from Lee Vining was at a blistering pace of 20 miles per hour. Bessie is a heavy girl (baby’s got back!) at a weight of close to 9,000 pounds when full of veg. oil! Regardless, I made it to Yosemite Valley, the center of the park, within 2.5 hours, all on veg. oil!
“Yeah, it runs on veg. oil, a hydrogen double cell, and solar for interior electric,” I tell the National Park Ranger as I pass him a check for $80. “Where do you get the oil,” he asks as he hands me my annual National Park Pass. I almost feel as though I should have a little card of information I hand people when someone starts questioning my vehicle and trip… “I just pulled 25 gallons from the Mono Cone and Mobil Restaurant back in Lee Vining…,” I quip back, “pretty much anywhere I can.” I continued on into Yosemite Valley, the tourist destination in Yosemite NP. Later that night… 11:22pm… in the ‘day’ parking lot…
Bang, bang, bang… … “Hello in there…” “Hey. You can’t sleep here.”
(Shit. What time is it. Is it morning already? Don’t say anything. Don’t move. Just wait… wait… don’t breathe heavy… wait.)
Bang. Bang. Bang… “Hello? Anyone in there?” … “Yeah, we have a Vermont plate, white van – painted hand prints on the back, bike rack…”
(Stay still. Head down. Don’t breathe too heavy. Stay calm. Wait for it… wait for it… where am I going to go? Shit! It’s ok, I’ll find something, somewhere. Ok, it’s been at least a couple minutes. Let’s roll!)
I jump into the driver’s seat and scan the outside for rangers, then start Bessie up and roll out of the day parking lot – 11:22pm. I guess Yosemite Valley rangers aren’t kidding about the ‘no sleeping in vehicles’ warnings posted everywhere. After a half an hour of driving around, I finally find a seemingly good spot to pull over and crash at near some construction just before the Wawona Tunnel off the southern entrance road. I nestled Bessie between some construction vehicles and called it a night. While walking around looking for a good spot to piss, I noticed a trailhead sign that pointed out to my delight that I was at the foot of the Inspiration Point trail. Perfect place to crash for the night and wake to a nice hike in the morning.
My second night in the valley I decided to race up the Nevada Fall trail at a breakneck pace after work so that I could catch an 8pm performance at the Yosemite Theatre. The hike was a 7.5 mile, 2900 foot ascent up the Mist Trail to Vernal Fall and Nevada Fall. I cruised up and back in 2 hours and 45 minutes and made it to the performance with minutes to spare and a shirt full of sweat. The hike was breath taking – beauty and shear work out alike. The show - a performance by a local outdoor’s man who played the legendary John Muir; naturalist, conservationist, and all around environmentalist of the early 1900’s who is honored with natural namesakes all over the west - allowed me to ‘see’ the rest of the park and some of its history via the tales of John Muir in his own words based on his early writings. In retrospect, this sort of topped off my experience for the rest of the park without knowing it at the time.
Friday morning I hit the bike trail to take in the valley floor and hopefully see some wildlife other than the thousands of touristas milling about. No dice, unfortunately, save for the dozens of squirrels scampering about looking for some stupid tourist sitting next to a “DO NOT FEED WILDLIFE” sign to hand the cute little varmint a cracker… “You’re really not supposed to feed the wildlife,” I scold as I walk by. Silly humans.
The full moon is coming. Have to plan my weekend hike accordingly. Gotta get ice today. Block not crushed – lasts longer.
“No. Sorry. No more permits for Half Dome today (Friday). You’ll have to come back before 8am tomorrow and wait in line for a unreserved spot. You’ll probably get one, but try to get here by 6am if you can… they go fast.” 6am. Hmph. Well, if I don’t get one, I’ll just day hike it I guess… off to work.
Work these days consists of sitting on my computer at any number of unfamiliar locations of my choosing – as long as it’s close to a Verizon wireless tower and some electric. I keep thinking I should’ve invested in a little solar powered charger for my laptop. Put it on the shopping list… Since Yosemite Lodge was the closest thing to Internet (since there are NO Verizon towers in Yosemite) I sat outside at the Lodge Amphitheatre and plugged away at tech. support requests for 4 hours before getting back onto the trails.
“Do you want me to take a group photo?” I asked the 25+ person gaggle of Bay Area-ers as I walked by their congregation on the rocks in front of Yosemite Fall. “If you stop by the Ahwahnee lounge later we’ll buy you a pint” someone shouted back – how could I refuse? After the beer, they invited me to dinner, and I had the pleasure of meeting a few other outdoorsy folks and tell them the tale of my sordid trip. It was fun, but I realized again that I really need to find a Kinko’s and print up some cards… One of the guys I met was a cyclist who replied in kind with stories of his bike ride through the Canadian Rockies. Another told of their ride across country in a VW bus. Kindred spirits were abound. Nice. The night ended after dinner as the group broke to head to sleep at 9pm, since they had to be up at 5am, and I once again made the drive up to Wawona tunnel. Tonight the construction crew blocked the entrances to the look outs. “Fuckers,” I thought to myself as I passed. “I’ll just pull off past the tunnel.”
Oddly enough, past the tunnel there were no signs shunning overnight camping in the pull offs. No Rangers driving around looking for stragglers. Nothing but scenic escapes large enough for a few cars and the tourists in tow. Perfect. Looks like home to me. Night two and three spent on Route 41 just beyond the Wawona Tunnel – why pay $12 a night to camp, right?
“Sorry we just gave out the last permit to Half Dome and Little Yosemite,” the ranger droned. “Wait, is it just you?” the other ranger asked as he pointed out that they had one more solo permit.
“Yeah, just me,” I say excitedly.
“Ok, but you have to go in from Glacier Point – about an hour drive from here. It’s 7 miles from Glacier Point to Nevada Fall, then 1.5 to camp, then about 4 up to Half Dome,” the first ranger said almost monotone. “Good enough, man. I’ll take it!” I retorted.
So I got to spend my entire day Saturday hiking from Glacier Point – to the west of Yosemite Valley – down to Illiuette Falls, up to Nevada Falls, up to Half Dome – a huge solid granite mountain in the center of Yosemite Valley – and that night hanging with good folks at the backpackers campground just below Half Dome. At the camp I ran into some guys I met the day before at the permitting office who were really helpful with Yosemite info, and eager to have me head down to L.A. to check out some scenes there. I brought my backpacker guitar with me to the camp and struck out some tunes until the ranger who was policing the camp (mildly, but still keeping the peace) asked me to stop playing. Everyone enjoyed the tunes and I was given ¾ of a bottle of cabernet as a tip. I pleasantly accepted.
So I have to stop here to mention that if anyone out there – and you know who you are – are looking for any sordid tales involving ‘sampling of the flesh’ or Bacchanalian type tales of all night partying to full moons, blasting P-Funk, and getting giddy on liquor… well, it ain’t happening. Sorry. I’m just enjoying things naturally, seeing things I’ve never scene, places I’ve never been, and doing it celibate and mostly sober. This experience is about growth and wanderlust. Sure, from time to time I might partake in some deep conversation, political banter, the occasional beer or wine and local fare, but that’s really about as intense as this blog is going to get folks. I’m not Hunter S. Thompson, and I’m not claiming to be.
That said, hiking in Yosemite was super sweet. I took it as a challenge for myself physically, as much as I took it as an exploration into nature, and I have to say Saturday’s hike kicked my ass physically and spiritually, and I loved every minute of it. Sunday was a quick 8.5 mile hike back to Glacier Point, where Bessie was eagerly awaiting for me, and I in turn was eager to climb into her and take off. We headed to Mariposa, to the sequoia groves, only to be thwarted by the pack of tourists at the entrance. “Fuck it,” I thought to myself. “I’ll see sequoias and redwoods in other places. Today’s not the day.” My decision was based more in shear hunger than anything else really, and I headed on to Oakhurst CA to grab some tasty BBQ, hopefully some oil, and directions to Oakland.
The next few days were spent hanging with my friends Mike and Janine and their dog Crypto (namesaked after Superman’s dog I came to learn) at their house in Oakland. Interestingly enough, Janine and Michael are facing a life-altering adventure themselves as Janine has landed a job in INDONESIA for like 6 months – WOOHOO! SO cool to cross paths with other people who are about to embark on a trip where work and pleasure can be compatibly combined. Nice! Thank you both, again, for your hospitality! I really appreciate it.
I mostly worked in Oakland since my hours are now up to 30 (from 20) and didn’t see much. We did enjoy a tasty meal together, and some good conversation, but my time was short there. Mike and Janine were gracious enough to let me keep Bessie out in front of their house (I later find out the neighbors, rather than being peeved as Mike suspected, were interested and pleased by Bessie! Nice.)
I have to say that I’ve been pretty lonely thus far on my trip. Spending nights alone in Bessie’s belly has proven a true test of my resolve on this trip. But the fated contact I’ve had with people during the day has balanced out this loneliness to some degree – and the phone calls and emails from family and friends. (On that note, I have to add that I am once again blessed with the honor and responsibility of being an uncle, as my sister Beth has birthed my newest niece, Logan. Congrats again Beth and John!) I’m feeling a little more homesick since I was just there, and a little confused about my trip. Maybe it’s just the smell of french fries making me delirious?
Until next time… much love.
Omitted Tales: Veg oil pump broke and I called it in on warranty. Hydro cell is having a rusty well issue due to using non-Iron Depleted Distilled water – have to buy a filter for it. Solar inverter was cross shipped, installed, and working again, but has since again died – this time it caught on fire!
Burning Man moment: Learning EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique) from an angel in a group of unknowns. It was really mind blowing.
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