Saturday, December 10, 2016

12/10/16-My Quartzsite FAVS and Socialize vs. Seizures

Enjoying the best Chorizo Breakfast Burrito at
Taquerias Los Amigos in Quartzsite AZ

On my YT series, My Life as a Vandweller, I posted the following video yesterday.


That was a fun way to end a challenging week after having had a seizure the day before Thanksgiving.

We are now back in Ehrenberg, AZ where many are beginning to gather before going to the annual RTR, Rubber Tramp Rendezvous, hosted by Bob Wells. The RTR will be in Quartzsite, January 10-22. However, for directions to the area where many of us are camped now, and to read more about the RTR (including rules, FAQs and to get the current RTR schedule), go to Bob’s latest blog post on his CRVL blog (here).

Such fun! I’ll see you down the road!

Just a reminder and for any new readers:
The rest of my blog post deals with my TBI and HS. Not all will be interested in that so I separate the topics purposefully in case you want to stop reading here. It’s your choice and it’s all good. Thanks for being here!

TBI HS SYMPTOMS

I am really looking forward to seeing familiar faces and making new friends this year in Ehrenberg and at the RTR in Q. And, especially with my recent health scare, I have to be cautious. Anyone who knows me knows that I love people, but more and more I have to limit contact. That makes me sad. And it is what it is and I have to honor my needs. So I bought some magnetic white board sheets and put a sign on van. I think most people will understand. I mean no disrespect nor do I want to alienate myself from this wonderful community. It’s not that I don’t want to socialize; it’s just that seizures suck.

an actual sign on the side of my van; ugh

For example, I woke up this morning and did not know where I was. That’s actually not an unusual occurrence for nomads. We move around enough that often locations, stores, towns and days tend to roll together and we lose track. For me, it’s a little different though. I woke up and realized I was “lost.” At first I thought I might be in OR. Then I remembered that the weather was getting bad there so I looked out the window. Nope, not OR, desert. Pahrump? Are we in Pahrump? There are wild horses in Pahrump. I looked out the window again. Nope, not Pahrump, no horses. I decided to rest. I closed my eyes, concentrated on my breathing and did my best to relax and meditate. In a little while I remembered Quartzsite! Nope, not Quartzsite. Then finally, ahhh, Ehrenberg! I’m in Ehrenberg. That is not a normal nomad process. That’s due to my TBI. So I get to do things like put up stupid “Please Do Not Disturb” signs.

THE REST OF THE STORY

How do other “shut-ins” do it? How do we maintain connections and yet maintain our health? I’d really like to hear your ideas my wonderful readers. Any and all ideas. Technology makes it easier, but I don’t want to become a hermit or a recluse. I will if I have to, but I don’t want to.

The schedule at the RTR is rigorous. There is a lot of activity over a 10-day period. Right now, I’m thinking that I may be able to attend 1or 2 classes and maybe 1 social event. That’s it. Out of about 50 events scheduled, that’s not very much. But it will be my all.

On personality tests of any kind, and believe me, when you have a TBI, they put you through the ringer on tests, I score 50/50. Always. I’m split right down the middle in characteristic traits. So I’ve always been social yet an introvert. I’ve always been communicative yet withdrawn. Two sides of the coin always at play with me, always. This is no different. I love people yet have always enjoyed time alone. I want to socialize and am outgoing yet I’m an introvert and require solitude to recharge. There are many like me. That’s nothing new, but now I have a brain injury that complicates the conundrum. Too much external stimulation has devastating effects for me.

For example, I may not even be able to eat at Silly Al’s anymore (the pizzeria mentioned in my video).  Even with earplugs, it was too loud for me last time I was there. Plates start spinning in my head (virtual ones, not real ones), then my vision blurs or I get vertigo (or both), probable nose bleeds or worse yet, a seizure. Here’s a semi-technical explanation from one of my go-to resource sites (here). Bottom line, it’s not worth the risk.

Also, a friend that travels with me recently told me they are convinced I have bionic hearing. I had not been able to come up with a description of what I experience, but that is as close as any. I can hear a straight pin drop from a mile away. Okay, well, maybe not that acute but I can hear every little thing around me, and then some. I can eavesdrop on quiet conversations far away from me, without even trying to, and believe me I don’t want to. I can hear nearby lizards walking across the desert ground. Nope, not kidding on that one. I really can.

I haven’t made it back to TX yet to talk with my medical team about this, but I’ve been doing some research. It is evidently quite common for those with a brain injury to suffer hearing loss yet there is also a small percentage that can have amplified hearing and even eyesight. It appears I might have hyperacusis (noise sensitivity). It’s a self diagnosis at this point, but it sure fits.

I have become like the character, Radar, on the historical M.A.S.H. series. I will be looking at the sky for a plane or a helicopter long before anyone else realizes there is one anywhere near. If people are camped near me, I usually end up wearing earplugs 24/7. Otherwise I hear every little step they make and I’m aware of everything they do. It is fascinating, and it can be painful. It definitely adds to my need for quiet and solitude.

So there you have it: The rest of the story. Here I am getting ready for the largest annual gathering my nomad community has, still trying to wrap my head around my TBI symptoms as they progress, and still trying to find that balance of self care and not disappearing completely.

Ideas? Suggestions? Thoughts? Thanks! KOKO! XOXO!

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Thursday, December 8, 2016

12/8/16-LTVA and Quartzsite-Ehrenberg Area Camping


I wrote a blog post last year about how Quartzsite grows from a sleepy little town of approximately 4,000 to an influx of at least 1 million in one month! That’s crazy! You can read that blog post (here) as well as see some of the wonderful things I experienced last year at my first RTR. If you dare, you can even hear me sing a little Karaoke by scrolling down and watching the video on that blog post. If you dare! LOL.

I will be at the RTR again this year, January 10-22, and recently camped in Quartzsite for a week. Here’s a video from my YouTube channel about that. In this I share with you some alternatives to dispersed camping and take you on a short tour of the LTVA.


I want to remind everyone that if you are attending the RTR, please remember the 14-day limit on public lands. That’s why I didn’t mind paying $6/day for drydocking during my recent stay at Rice Ranch in Quartzsite. You don’t want to get banned from being on-site at the RTR and you have to register with the camp host so DON’T TAKE A CHANCE!

The rule, according to the official site (here), is that you can only camp for 14 days of dispersed camping, continuous or cumulative, in a 28 day period, then you have to move 25 miles and cannot come back until day 29. That’s why you can generally camp in Ehrenberg and then Quartzsite.

There are many areas around Q and E for dispersed camping, but here’s directions to where a large group of RTR folk generally camp in Ehrenberg.

DIRECTIONS (EHRENBERG)
Take Exit 1 (yep, the 1st AZ exit as you leave CA), and go through the roundabout until you can head east down the access road (south side of freeway). About 1.5 miles down that road, that includes a sharp right curve, you will come to a Y – stay to the right; the left goes to a construction pit. Go a little over another mile and you will come to another Y. Hang a left there. In that area you will see a lot of rigs and people already gathering for Bob's arrival. You can park near people or as far away as you want. Last year Bob parked on the left-hand side of the road but I have no idea where he will be this year. You can come join everyone else though.

For more information about free camping around Ehrenberg, check out this article on the rubbertramping site (here). 

I hope all of this helps and gives you some alternatives so that you can come to the Ehrenberg/Quartzsite area without maxing out your 14-day limit prior to the RTR.

We’ll see you down the road!


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Monday, November 28, 2016

11/27/16-Guiltless Gratitude

Sunset Reflecting on My Van
Ehrenberg, AZ 11/26/16

I have carried a deep, dark secret that has weighed on me. Until now.

In Unity, we believe that we co-create with Spirit. My dream to live fulltime on the road was born in 2011, the night I created my first blog post. You can read about it (here).

My last blog post shared a little bit of what it’s like being out here on the road while coping with a traumatic brain injury (TBI). You can watch the video and read about that (here). What I’ve never shared is that I have always felt guilty for not being able to work, and I've carried the deep-seated fear that somehow I am responsible for creating my disability that got me here.

After sharing my last post on FB, one of my earth angels, Rev. David H Howard, shared this as a comment:
“Oh, Sweetheart. Thank you for sharing yourself with us. As I watched your video I was remembering how you shared with me your dream of van dwelling long before it manifested for you. Your Soul knew even then what you needed. I am so proud of you for holding to your vision and for seeing it through. You truly live the lesson I gave today on Hope. I'll send you the recording. I am thankful for you in my life. Joyous blessings my friend. I love you!”

I read that and cried and cried. Years and a million pounds rolled off my shoulders and freed my heart from the guilt I have been carrying for over a year now. I wrote the following as my reply.
Wow, David, angel mine. You just gave me the BIGGEST gift, maybe ever. I love the way Spirit shows up in you, through you, as you. "Your Soul knew even then what you needed."  
Being the human that I am (grin), I have carried a heavy burden of guilt, in spite of my efforts to transform it, that I may have somehow manifested my injury to get me on the road. Since, as you said, it was a dream of mine long before it manifested for me. I set my intention in 2011 to retire in 2020 and hit the road fulltime. Here, in this moment, it does not look at all in 2016 like I thought it would post retirement. Did I co-create this? Did I manifest it? Did I "do" this to myself? All questions I routinely ask myself. In one loving paragraph you released my heart ache.
My neuro specialists have said that their best "guestimate" for the development of my hippocampal sclerosis (HS aka scar tissue on the brain) "probably" began around 2000 presenting initially as symptomatic in 2005 from the initial impact in 1995. I love the twist, the "in touch with reality" loving perspective that Spirit/My Soul/God/The Universe knew that I would need to heal and live out here, in nature, in my van. And Spirit took all of that information to give me my dream in 2011 so that I could be prepared when this day came. Wow, oh wow.
I am completely puddled dear David. I hope you understand the depths of your gift. I didn't subconsciously co-create the escalation of scar tissue so that I could live my dream. My dream manifested so that I could live. Period. Tears of release and gratitude are flowing. "Joyous blessings indeed." I love you too.

And with that, a new day dawns and I no longer feel that I am weighted down by tons and tons of guilt holding me back like I'm tethered to a colossal anchor. I have always been grateful for my blessings, and now I no longer feel guilty about them. I live in a van. I get to see glorious sunrises and sunsets, and I am joyFULL.

Michael Buble sings it best, “It’s a new dawn. It’s a new day. And I’m feeling good.” I make no apologies for what the Universe has given me.


Sunrise, Ehrenberg AZ 11/27/16

Friday, November 25, 2016

11/25/16-Behind the Scenes of "Why I Am Grateful To Live In A Van"


I put a video on YouTube today as part of my Friday series, “My Life As A Vandweller.”  It is titled, “Why I Am Grateful to be A Vandweller” and you can click below to watch.

Before you watch it, however, I feel the need to share that it is not your normal upbeat video you are used to from me. I had a friend shoot a clip of me in the throngs of being symptomatic from a seizure. I thought long and hard about whether or not to share this video publicly, but the truth is that the only reason I would hide it is because I was afraid of you, my viewers, and my blog readers; the public in general.

I’ve said it before and it’s worth repeating (at least to myself), I will not make decisions based on fear. I feel the fear, and gather information, and then hopefully make an educated decision, but I will not let fear as a standalone factor be my decision maker. I cannot.

So, here it is. I hope you are not too shocked.


Before becoming a vandweller, I tried all that I could to remain independent. I even tried living with my ex as a roommate! Now that should tell you something. It was an unmitigated disaster, AND I am grateful to him for the offer. I also stayed with my sister for awhile and I even tent camped – in August and September – in Texas. The heat and humidity were unbearable but since I was no longer able to work and could not afford housing, I was desperate. I will share more later and offer it here on my website as a tab called, “My Story” but the bottom line is – even though a few offered to let me stay with them for awhile (which meant it was only temporary), I can’t stay in homes where there is a lot of noise. My seizures were getting out of control.

I had always planned on living this life – just not this way. When I was still working, I bought a vintage Class B and was in the process of remodeling her when I was told that my life as I had known it had probably come to an end. Wow, talk about dreams going up in smoke, quite literally since Fiona (my name for that rig) had an electrical fire right around that same time. But I wasn’t ready to believe my doctors yet so I moved in to a trailer some friends bought for me to live in. I am so blessed!

That worked until I flooded it, and about that same time I could also no longer work even a part-time job from home. So, it was a slow decline for me to end up tent camping until my disability status was approved.  Now I’m getting to where it is difficult for me to be around people. Period. I have to be very careful and limit the stimulus in my environment. Fortunately, that is possible out here. Unfortunately, my world is getting smaller and smaller and I worry that people will not understand. I also sometimes miss not being able to be more social. Sometimes.

I have a disability. And I have to accept that. You’d think I’d be in to acceptance around it by now, but I’m not. I’m getting there though.

Leave it to me to be in the middle of the desert and forests and find a way to do too much and trigger seizures like the one I had the day before Thanksgiving. I can’t help but wonder....

What does life have waiting for me if I learn to live within my limits? What could be waiting for each of us if we learn to live in the flow and not worry? Just be.

I have come to accept that I cannot stay out here on my own, and fortunately I do not have to. I am blessed with so many wonderful people in my life. My gratitude video is ultimately about them, and about this way of life that affords me healing – when I live it day by day, staying in each moment.

I don’t get to do things by rote anymore. Even to walk across the wash to my friends’ trailer (where I had a fabulous Thanksgiving dinner, thank you very much Robert), I have to think about it. I have to pretend I’m OCD and check and double-check the locks, and hopefully remember my keys, and wear the right shoes for the weather. I have to remember where it is safest to cross the wash so I don’t fall – every single time. Even to make myself a cup of coffee before I go on a walk, I have to think about the 7 steps of drip-brewing a cup – each one of them for every cup. I’ve already scalded my hand once because I tried to rush the steps (and the thinking) and forgot that I’m not supposed to hold the cup while pouring the water. Yes, that is one of the steps I have to think through. So, if I’m symptomatic, I sometimes have to forego luxuries like having a cup of coffee or taking a walk or visiting friends.

AND my worst day out here is better than the best day I could have in assisted living somewhere.

That bears repeating, my worst day out here is better than the best day I could have in assisted living somewhere.

So what if I don’t get coffee, or get to go see my friends, or even take my besties, Nonni & Bentley, for a walk? It can make me sad and put me in to a tailspin if I let it, OR I can look at the good, the independence, the fact that this too shall pass, and wait it out. I can learn from it and build an even better life the next day. My disability doesn’t have to be debilitating. I suspect that is true for many with disabilities. I hope it is. It’s why the ADA was formed, right?  We deserve the chance to be accepted just as we are because we can still build good lives for ourselves. Now if I can just do the same for myself, and move into acceptance. It is what it is. And it’s all good. Did I mention that I’m working on it?

Most people never see me when I’m symptomatic so they tell me I don’t look like I have a disability. Yeah, I know. For the most part it is what is known as an invisible disability. Others that have seen me symptomatic tell me that I shouldn’t be out here as a fulltime vandweller. But what they don’t know is that if I go to assisted living, I will die. I just know it. It is that simple, and complicated. It would kill me. Within those walls my disability would still exist anyway, right?

So this Thanksgiving, actually every day, my gratitude is for the people in my life that have loved me and have made it possible for me to remain independent. There are many, and more continue to show up every day. I shared many of their pics in the video and I’m posting those pics below as well. I know I will forget some. If you are not listed and should be, please forgive me. These are peeps I don’t have a pic with (yet)...

Cynde, Regina, Roger, John, Judy, Marcia, Maxine, Mike, Michael, Cheri, Cyndi, Carolyn, Johnny, Yolanda & Scott, Sheila & Frank, the Witham clan, Brenda, Al, Lavonne, Linda, Katie, Susan, VeeJay, Cindy, Sharon, Marty, DSHS 76, Linda & Sara, Jennifer, Onna & Neon, Raymundo, Brycee, Michael, Maria, Td, Nico & Jacob, Karen, Kylie, Heather & Dave, my Unity family, Lars, Karyn & Tim, Coletta, Sherry, Robin, Roby & Suzy, Don, Dan & Doria, Linda, Bettie, Darlene & David, Judy & Billy ....

And the list could go on infinitum. You and the people in the pics below, and I’m sure many that I have forgotten, are my earth angels. Your bright lights lift me up every single day even when we’re out of touch for long periods of time. At the risk of sounding corny (and it’s probably WAY too late for that, lol), and to borrow an old song from Debby Boone, “You Light Up My Life.”

That’s why, even in the throngs of a seizure this holiday, I remain forever grateful. It’s a good life out here. See you down the road.

BFF Leslie

BFF Tracy

Fellow Nomad, Robert
Robert Witham.com

Scrapmaniacs - BFFs Cathy, Carolyn, Bobbie, Linda and Sara

Sister Sheree

BFF Connie

BFF David
Rev. David H. Howard
Blog, "In Touch with Reality"

BFF Steve

Bestie Kyndal

Fellow Nomad, Bob
Cheap RV Living.com

Fellow Nomad, Glenn
To Simply.net

My Family at Mother's 90th Birthday Party
11/1/16

My niece, Samariah

My Stepfather, John Whittington
the best man I've ever known
12/24/28 - 9/16/11

Cousin Gloria and her family
Representing the "Arkansas Clan"

The Baur Family

Family from my Father's side,
the Dickinsons, descendants of the Mayflower
l to r: Jane, Judy, Bob, me, EllaFaye

Cousin Sandy

Fellow Nomad and BFF, Suanne

Fellow Nomads, Brian and Cindy

BFF and Guardian to Nonni & Bentley, Keli

BFF Joanne
"The Canadian"

Bentley and Nonni

Miss Hopesies


Tuesday, November 15, 2016

11/15/16-Behind the Scenes of “How to Declutter Your Van”


I have started a new YT series, My Life asA Vandweller. It’s meant to give you a glimpse of my life out here as a fulltime boondocker. The videos will air each Friday and will be 2-3 minutes long, short and sweet. I know it is shameless on my part, but please subscribe to my YouTube channel if you have not done so already.

My first in the series was “How to Declutter Your Van.”


Here’s the behind the scene stuff....

While in Pahrump, NV for a few weeks, I had pulled a lot of stuff out of my van so my good friend Bob Wells could make a video of my new and improved interior - complete with insulation. I’ll let you know when that airs on his channel, but in the meantime I encourage you to sub to his YT channel (here) and follow his blog (here), if you have not done so already. After you’ve signed up for my YT channel and blog of course. ;))

But I digress....

So, a lot of “stuff” is out on the ground for the shoot. I checked the weather and we had clear skies predicted for the next 3 days. Perfect! (I said to myself.) I’ll just pull everything out and do the much needed culling I’ve been putting off.


And I’ll make it a part of my video series too! Double Perfect!

NOT!

Clouds rolled in.


Lots of them. Unpredicted. It rained for 3 straight days.


All I could do was cover up everything I owned with tarps. Literally everything I owned was outside in that mess except for electronics and food – which was still inside – thankfully! I got little to no sleep for those 2 nights. With every gust of wind or every heavy downpour, all I could do was shine a flashlight and wonder how much of my stuff was I going to lose.



That was not the way I had planned on culling at all!

Fortunately, I didn’t lose very much, but it was enough that I cried – 3 lawn and leaf bags worth. Some things I lost due to the rain I never wanted to let go of. None of that was discussed in the video. The show must go on, right?


After going to the laundromat and washing anything fabric that had been outside (and was sopping wet) - all my clothes, linens, coats, dog beds, etc., I spent the next 2 days doing the Yes|No|Maybe piles as shown in the video. In the middle of all that, fellow vandweller Al, thought he would surprise me with a funny. The sign he gave me really did crack me up, and gave me a much needed smile. I just had to include it in the video.

Al of Rolling Steel Tent

I don’t have very good pics yet of the inside of my van, my home. I think you’ll get to see more of that when I do a series video on the insulation. In the meantime, the photo below is the closing clip in the video. I want to take this opportunity to thank my good friend Robert for doing such a wonderful job on the videos, and for taking this pic of my van and my beautiful ridgy, Nonni.



It’s a good life out here. See you down the road!

TBI HS SYMPTOMS

It took me 7 full days to cull, clean and get my van back in order. As mentioned, I spent 3 of those days inside looking out at my things getting pelted under tarps. I think that would be stressful and arduous for anyone. For me, with my brain injury, it was catastrophic.

Every time I do any upgrade or remodel to my van, it gets harder and harder to get it all back in. The task of tying up the loose ends is daunting and growing increasingly more difficult. I think it is safe to say that I almost didn't make it this time.

It's not just a matter of getting overwhelmed. I literally can't do it. My brain freezes when it sees all of my stuff out of place. I never used to be like this, but I think it must be a lot like what those with OCD experience. My things have to be in a specific place or I can't function.

An example: My friend Bettie has lost the majority if not all of her eyesight. I stayed with her a few days quite some time ago. I would absentmindedly move something and it was very stressful for her when it wasn't where it was supposed to be. It could be something as simple as putting the napkins on the wrong side of the counter, but I felt like a jerk every time!

So now, here I am, moving things on my own accord, and messing my own systems up. That kinda makes me an OCD blind jerk, of sorts (humor intended). Not only did seeing my things out of place mess me up, it was also painful trying to function during those 7 days with everything out of place. I get that when anyone remodels and their house is messed up that it can be stressful, but for me it was literally painful. My head felt like it was going to explode and I had many nose bleeds. Maybe one day a neuro can explain this to me. So far, all I get from the docs about symptoms like this is something along the lines of - the brain is complex and we may never fully understand it.

I'm grateful to my doctors for what they have done for me. I would be remiss if I did not say that. And I'm grateful they were able to finally give me a correct diagnosis that led to my surgery and yadda yadda yadda, AND I look forward to the day when they can tell me what's going on up there.

I got past all of that and then had to deal with putting everything back in. I won't be able to do that again. I often mention my "seizures" and I've tried to be real clear that they're not really "seizures" as most people identify seizures as behaving. My official diagnosis is Impact-induced Hippocampal Sclerosis (HS) that produces Mesial Temporal Sclerosis with complex partial focal seizures that include staring and/or blackout spells with or without reduced or full consciousness. Say that 3x fast.

Basically it means that my seizures include blackouts which equates to loss of time. I may or may not function during those times but I most certainly will not remember. It is SO frustrating. Stress brings it on more than anything. And please know that it doesn't just happen without warning. It's kind of like your laptop that is running low on battery power. You have plenty of pop-up windows warning you that the battery is getting low, then the lights dim and finally no one's home. It doesn't just happen. So, what does that have to do with putting my van back together?

Everything has a place. And, everything in it's place. Only it wasn't. It was total chaos and mayhem. I had to pick up each piece, clean it and bring it back in and put it somewhere. I lost time, many times, and it took forever. I'm sure those in camp were wondering why the heck doesn't she get her stuff back inside? I couldn't. Days turned in to nights and I can't tell you what I did in between, but the whole time I was working on getting my van back in order. It will probably be the last remodel or upgrade or cull that I do. All the King's horses and all the King's men probably won't be able to help me next time.

THE REST OF THE STORY

I did it. And if I can do it, you can too. Let it go. Don't hold on to things. It's just stuff.

I've been on the road a little over a year now (since 10/08/15), and I started off with an air mattress and a sleeping bag on the floor, a whole bunch of totes and a few drawers. I have a wonderful home now and have very few needs, if any. I want a tiny refrigerator which will mean one day getting solar panels on my roof, but if my things have to be moved to accomplish that, it probably won't happen. And that's okay.

It's a good life out here. I'm grateful for the added time it has given me to live and love and laugh. I'll see you down the road!

Sunday, November 13, 2016

11/13/16-Home Again on The Hill


That might seem like an odd pic to call home, but this is home to me. It is the actual fire ring many of us sat around every evening for campfire "happy hour" this time last year. Behind it should be a trailer, a Yukon and a ridiculous solar array that belonged to our beloved friend and fellow traveler, Fred. I miss him. Being here in his front yard makes me miss him even more, but I’m glad I’m here. It feels like home.

I went to the Ehrenberg “mall” this morning and did laundry, got some shower coupons and a mailbox for the winter – the same as I did last winter. And it was in the middle of doing all that I realized it really feels like home here. Then my traveling companion, Robert, astutely drove my van and pulled his trailer up “The Hill” to where I was camped this time last year (the fire ring pic). It really felt like home once we got up past the power lines. You can read more about “The Hill” (here).

Once we got up the treacherous road, thanks to Robert, I tried and tried to find this exact camping area that I shared last year with Bryce, Fred and Barbara – plus the others that joined us from time to time. I wasn’t able to, and that made me sad, but it still felt good to be on The Hill. Robert went on a trek to find us a good spot.

He came back, was excited about the spot he had found, and drove us right to where I was camped last year with my friends! He had no way of knowing that! I stepped out of the van and looked directly at the fire ring we enjoyed every night that had been right outside Fred’s front door. I have never had a place feel more like home than in that moment.

Home. That seems a bit like an oxymoron for a nomad. Our home is on wheels and wherever we are at the moment, but if any terra firma ever called to me, it would be here. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s because we have had 18 different campsites in 5 short months throughout 5 different states!! That’s crazy!!  Thank God I’ve been traveling with Robert, and he’s been doing ALL the driving.

It has been brutal but every bit of every mile has been worth it. Robert’s beautiful daughter got married Sept 3rd so we were in WY all of August through half of September. Then he got a trailer and in order to pick it up, we went from CO to NV. Then he got a job and his training for that took us to OR! Now we are back in Ehrenberg, AZ. Did I mention it feels like home?

Perhaps it’s because this is where I earned my chops. I hit the road on October 8, 2015 and drove straight to Flagstaff, AZ to camp with the infamous Bob Wells. He took me under his wing and is my forever friend that I am forever grateful to. He helped me get a heater, a stove, and he and Jamie even built a bed for me! Bob made it possible for me to stay on the road, and turned my van in to a home, and I camped with him through November of last year before going to The Hill, but it was The Hill where I became a nomad.

A side note: Fred and I arranged last year to meet in Quartzite so I could follow him to Ehrenberg and up The Hill. Bryce was already there. The Hill is/was his discovery. None of us would have enjoyed that winter together if it weren’t for Bryce. Thank you Brycee!!

Prior to moving up on The Hill I had already made friends out here – many friends, lifelong friends. Friends I’m still in touch with and camp with from time to time as our paths cross. Except one – I miss you Kyndal!! (She now lives in FL.) Kyndal, plus many others, taught me many things about life on the road. But it was on The Hill where I learned how to be a pioneer woman, where I started learning independence and bravery, where I made it through being sick because close friends took care of me (Thank you Bryce, Fred & Barbara). And it is where I nearly froze to death because my thermal regulation is broken thanks to my brain injury, but those same friends showed me how to layer my bedding and seal my windows and doors. Thank you Fred & Barbara for that, and thank you Judy for teaching me how to use fleece for keeping warm. And Bryce made me homemade soup. Wow, I am so blessed. After that, I thought, “With the help of my friends, I really can do this. No matter what happens. I can live on the road.”

It is also where I fell in love, and later out of love, but it is where so much of my life out here began. It is my base. It is my nomadic home. Unfortunately, Ehrenberg and Quartzsite stay in the triple digits through a good part of the warmer months so I will never “live here”. Nor do I want to – I am a nomad through and through. But today, I’m home. There’s no place like it.



That last pic is of my van at home on The Hill in front of the rising 2016 Supermoon. Yeah, that about sums up the day. It's a good life out here. See you down the road!