What a refresher. I’ve been at this gorgeous camp spot for 2 days (going on 3 I’m pretty sure) and it’s been wonderful. First day was Monday, and I was tanked. Hard night finding a spot that was on this horrendous rocky road, only after off roading alllllll day. Then into Hanksville I went, and found a gas station built into the side of a mountain, and an incredible art installation in a dilapidated motel with notes of all the things I try to keep mindful of. And then therapy session with Emily, 3 cigarettes later and I found this spot. It’s huge and shaded by this gorgeous tree that must be hundreds of years old. A sandy path takes you to a rocky steam and views of bentonite clay mountains. The stars are out by 10 & other campers come and go. Most find a spot, leave some gear and then come back. I did that yesterday after the 50 mile cathedral loop. Long day, but saw the things capital reef has to offer. Currently sipping some aero press coffee feeling lazy. I woke up with the though we still have so much time, we can move and camp tomorrow and have plenty of time to get to Kanab. Cannot wait for the Kanab doggie motel!
Indy is doing great, he had spunk this morning I haven’t seen in him in years. I think he likes it here too. Finally do my truck build video, get some sun on my pale ass, and maybe even gasp do some writing?!
I’m reminded of all the people I’ve met (or carried) along the way who told me avidly they would go crazy staying in one spot. Not me, I love it. And the less people and the more time in one place the better. Off roading is exhausting for me, all I can think about is my tiny house vibrates apart as I travel on these back roads. Trucky has been incredible, for that I am beyond grateful.
I wrote out some plans to remove the diesel heater (I officially give up, and do not love how diesel has been spilling out of it, fuck it I’d rather have the room), and the now bent hitch cargo carrier. I spend more time cleaning spills and leaks in the cooler than I do having anything actually stay cold, so over that as well. Yeah, another day here chilling sounds great. Now if I could just get whatever bug that keeps munching on my neck and back while I sleep to gtfo of my bed, that’d be great. And also get off the cigs. I’m just so hooked to that numbing feeling,
The Retired RV couple previously mentioned made their contact. Slightly awkward (“here have Utah pine nuts!” & “have you seen this pee rag?”) but overall super nice. My high ass thought maybe the nuts were poison and they were going to collect my drugged body last night (CO tinctures are no bueno) but I made it, Indy made it (he was acting drugged last night – hopefully was just over tired) and overall they offered a place to crash if we make it to Hermosa beach.
Awful as it was I didn’t want to talk to anyone here (more than just the ‘hello’) let alone tell anyone my plans and feel bad for just staying here. Accountability from strangers in a sense. I also kept thinking ’I don’t have space to add people to my life to feel bad for’. These people have been though a lot, the guy had cancer twice, and looks like they took half his jaw. She had a brain aneurysm and now has a husband she can’t understand sometimes. Esh. Just in my truck, on this BLM land, trying to get my head together. Which I have, it’s been great.
