How nice to awake this AM knowing that all I need do is drive to town to re-fill the propane tank. As the day yawns before me, I feel like a queen.A cold day though. 28 degrees at 9AM. The GDB fared well through the night, the lovely furnace doing its job well. I wonder if everyone in camp stayed warm last night. Some are here in tents and it is a testament to the strong fellowship that they remain. The forecast predicts a return to normal (highs in the 60s, lows in the 40s) by Tuesday or Wednesday.
It’s not possible to describe the blanket of stars that covered us last night. I’ve never seen old friend Orion looking quite so fierce before.
After my first full day here, I have to say I cannot imagine NOT being here. It almost seems impossible that all this has been going on without me for so long.
Attended the tin can seminar this AM. There were about 30 of us discussing questions written on pieces of paper and placed in a tin can. Well-known blogger Randy (the Mobile Codger) led the discussion. I learned a lot from these experienced vandwellers.
I had flashbacks to all those meetings I attended in my professional life. The contrast is notable. For one thing, we spent 10 minutes talking about poop. Can’t get more real than that.
Losing my job hurt but I can’t say I’m sorry to be meeting around a campfire instead of a large wooden table. Much more civilized. The discussion, naturally, focused on life on the road: how-to, where-to, but mostly why-to. This is all so new to me that I’m still amazed to meet anyone who shares my interest in living this way.
Visited the RV Pit Stop on Main Street. It was quite the operation! There were stations for propane, dumping, and water. And men running around directing you to the proper station and collecting your money. Like one of those old Texaco TV ads.
Also on Main Street
Glad my propane is topped off - it's gonna be another chilly night!
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