My plan was to divide into comfortable chunks the drive from the campground in Joshua Tree, where I had just spent about a week, to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
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Category: travel
Running The Gamut
The last time I slept on land under the care of the Bureau of Land Management, or BLM, it was sublime.
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I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
— Robert Frost
I leave Middletown a month from today (Aug. 19). Just writing that makes this whole adventure seem almost impossibly real.
I plan to take Robert Frost’s advice to heart and take the road less traveled — but not until after I get to Boulder (to have my electrical system installed) and Portland (to spend time with my West Coast family).
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I said the road is my redeemer
I never know just what on earth I’ll find
in the face of a stranger
From the song “Jesus In New Orleans” by Over the Rhine
When I share that I plan to travel the country in a camper van, some people tell me it sounds exciting or that they’ve always dreamed of making such a trip.
Others ask: “Why on earth would you do that?”
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We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
My bedroom is done.
Well, “bedroom” is probably an exaggeration.
But the bed platform in my van is built and with a few minor adjustments will soon accommodate a twin-size futon so I can stretch out and rest my weary bones after long days of nomading. (Yes, that’s a thing.)
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By the time this year’s cicadas have vanished from the Connecticut landscape, I could be halfway to Oregon, where my middle daughter lives in a floating home with her wife and their two dogs — a shepherd the size of a wolf and a tiny Chihuahua — and a colorful beta fish named Sailor.
Or I could be halfway back to Connecticut.
That’s how fluid and casual things will be in my newly nomadic #vanlife.
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