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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Tag: nomading
A Place to Sleep — Part I
Sleep is all about recovering. So if you’re not sleeping, you’re not recovering. And if you’re going to break your body down a lot, you better find ways to build it back up. And the only way to do that is get a lot of sleep.
— Tom Brady
During the first few weeks of my journey from Middletown to Colorado and Portland, Oregon, I followed major highways — especially I-80, which carried me through four U.S. time zones and nine states.
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with the threatened floating homes at left, just below the middle of the photo.
Home for Sherre and Ted Vanegas is a two-bedroom two-bath house floating on the Columbia River in Portland, Oregon. They have lived here since 1993 in what people call the Moorage — a collection of about one-hundred-seventy-five floating houses moored to finger-like docks jutting out into the Columbia.
Continue reading “A Bridge too Near”Room at the Inn
“If people want to pigeon hole you then just view it as an opportunity to prove them wrong.”
— E. Gordon Gee
Nicole seems to be in charge of the music when she works the front desk.
Bridge Ices before Roadway
Life “is like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”
— E. L. Doctorow
I’m parked at the Portage Service Area off I-80 in western Ohio, balancing my laptop on my legs, and every tractor trailer that enters the rest stop passes right in front of me: Dominion, AmeriFreight, Prime, ITS Logistics, and so on.
Continue reading “Bridge Ices before Roadway”Braving the Storms
“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”
― Hunter S. Thompson
I spent my first two-and-a-half decades sailing, safely, piloting small craft around harbors and coves and creeks and occasionally venturing out onto the usually docile Long Island Sound in my family’s 26-foot sloop, Weepecket, and various 35-footers.
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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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