Sometimes everything goes wrong. Plan A, Plan B, and even Plan C. This is natural, normal and to be expected. It’s what we do after that counts. Cutting losses and retreating is an option. Improvising a Plan D works too. Or just reassessing what we already have and trying to make sense of it all. On this day, things went wrong but the positive aspects of being out still far outweighed anything negative, and let us also remember that much of what we do isn’t really on the importance scale at all.
I’ve mentioned this many times before but it begs to be shared again. The brand, style, and build of the van are almost entirely irrelevant. Did I plan what I bought and how it was designed? Sure. But it was a short conversation, a check and then it was HOW I was going to use it. What does the van allow me to do I could not do before? (work from it as a small home) and where is the van taking me? What work have I accomplished while in the van? How does it tie into my work at Blurb?
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Back in the day ( 40 -50s ) we didn’t have them fancy Porta Potties. Poppa would stop the car and tell us to find an Old Soldier’s Grave. You need one of those marine portable potties for your Ram, or better still a composting one. ;>)
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Oh, we’ve got a small toilet. And it works fine but it sure is nice to use existing infrastructure. When it doesn’t leave my soul in a dark place
Yikes, sorry to hear about that situation at the end. Awful.
Also not thrilled about this Canadian river fiasco you discussed. Hey, things have been pretty good with our neighbor to the north. But I’m not sure we can stand for this. Might be time to send in the cavalry. (One needs to be careful with lousy humor these days – any Canadians reading this, I’m kidding, and would love to move to Canada to prove just how much I’m kidding. If anyone wants to hire a mediocre writer/photographer/former diplomat, please get in touch.)
Excellent written piece in there.
Seeing people make videos while driving makes me nervous.
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Scott,
I want you on edge….. And yes, I love joking with my Canadian friends about invading. Wait till summer, they will get sunburned and hockey sticks are no deterrent. I want their natural spaces. And then maybe we look south because I love the Mexican people too and think their ideology about life is far more refreshing than ours.
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