I started my van dwelling life with a 7-gallon water jug. It was too unwieldy, so I gave it away and changed over to several 1-gallon jugs. First six of them, then five, then four. Now I only keep two jugs around. There are two reasons for this decline in jug population.
The first was that I don’t go far from sources of potable water for long periods. So I don’t need to stockpile it.
The other reason is I consume less water than I used to. I’ve never been a coffee drinker and I’m rarely boiling foods. When I do dishes I use only enough water to get the sponge wet or to spritz water on the dishes. I clean myself with a wet washcloth. (I also use public showers of one type or another, and I use laundromats, but that’s not water I need to carry with me.)
This all came to mind today when I refilled one of my jugs. The last time I got water was, oh, six weeks ago. That’s about a third of a cup a day. (The other jug was still full.) That doesn’t mean you need to do the same. It just works for me.
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Blue green purple blood super mega deluxe moon eclipse
I was up at 4:59AM to watch the lunar eclipse. I don't have a fancy telescope, so my photo doesn't have the crisp detail you'll see in other shots, but it's still pretty good for my old camera and sort of adequate lens.
Monday, January 29, 2018
Not quite Quartzsite
Let's say you're in transit through southwest Arizona and Quartzsite makes a convenient place to stop for the night. Let's also say you don't want to bother with getting a permit for one of the popular short-term boondocking areas like Scaddan Wash or Hi Jolly, and you don't want to drive down lumpy, dusty, unpaved roads to spots like Palm Canyon. You want quick, no-fuss access. Easy in, easy out, back on your way in the morning.
Well, there are dispersed camping areas along US-95 south of Quartzsite and north of Yuma Proving Grounds. Just keep your eye peeled for patches of desert pavement with level transitions from the highway and tire tracks leading back into the mesquite, saguaros and ocotillos. You'll probably come across a fire ring or two. Highway noise is light with almost none at night. It sure beats being wedged in between generator users.
Well, there are dispersed camping areas along US-95 south of Quartzsite and north of Yuma Proving Grounds. Just keep your eye peeled for patches of desert pavement with level transitions from the highway and tire tracks leading back into the mesquite, saguaros and ocotillos. You'll probably come across a fire ring or two. Highway noise is light with almost none at night. It sure beats being wedged in between generator users.
Sunday, January 28, 2018
Friday, January 26, 2018
Meaning?
You run across things in the desert that leave questions unanswered. For example, is this a monument to a lost love, or to the Rolling Stones' disco era? Or both?
Thursday, January 25, 2018
More about the front end
I posted before about the steering repairs my friend Forrest did for me. I knew several parts were worn, with the Pitman and idler arms being the worst. Installing new ones helped a lot, but there were still some thunks and wobbles. In any case, I'd need the front end aligned.
I googled alignment shops in Yuma. Chassis Dynamics is a family-owned shop with excellent reviews. They offered suspension inspections for a fairly reasonable price, so I could have them check things out to see what else needed replacement. I booked an appointment via their online form.
The place has the look of serious, no-frills shop—the kind locals have been depending upon for generations. The vehicles being worked on included cars, commercial trucks, one of the school district's buses, and RVs.
There was a hiccup, however. The guy behind the desk apologized profusely that their online reservation system was buggy and essentially useless. He muttered a few things about the IT guy they were using and said he needed to add a message to their appointment confirmation email telling customers to reconfirm by phone. He said he could fit me in first thing the next day and that he'd give me half off the inspection. "Sure, I can do that," I replied. He wrote it in his calendar book, old school. So I was there when the gate opened this morning and they were true to their word. The guy at the counter even remembered me by name.
I thought about what the inspection might reveal. The inner and outer tie rod ends were probably as shot as the Pitman and idler arms had been, and if I'd been thinking I would've had those parts for when Forrest did the other work. They're easy to replace. In fact, I could probably do it myself. Then there was a chance the ball joints were also worn. That would be beyond my capabilities, and Forrest probably wouldn't have the specialized tools with him to do the job. But it's not that big of a deal at an actual shop (as opposed to the middle of the desert). But the one I feared most was worn out control arm bushings, because replacement is labor-intensive. I read a magazine (gotta love a place that has Rolling Stone) and waited.
The guy returned with the report. The news was... good. The ball joints and control arm bushings were fine. Only the tie rods needed replacement. He said he was kind of clogged with paperwork but he'd call later with an estimate. I'm curious what they would charge, even though I'll probably do it myself.
I've been trying to remember when I first became aware of the front end clunking and wobbling. I can't pinpoint it because it happened gradually. That's the nature of mechanical wear. But a problem creeping up on you is better than it announcing itself by swerving you off a cliff or into the path of a semi. So pay attention to the sounds, vibrations and whatnot your vehicle makes and the way it behaves. Be aware of any changes. It's a sign.
I googled alignment shops in Yuma. Chassis Dynamics is a family-owned shop with excellent reviews. They offered suspension inspections for a fairly reasonable price, so I could have them check things out to see what else needed replacement. I booked an appointment via their online form.
The place has the look of serious, no-frills shop—the kind locals have been depending upon for generations. The vehicles being worked on included cars, commercial trucks, one of the school district's buses, and RVs.
There was a hiccup, however. The guy behind the desk apologized profusely that their online reservation system was buggy and essentially useless. He muttered a few things about the IT guy they were using and said he needed to add a message to their appointment confirmation email telling customers to reconfirm by phone. He said he could fit me in first thing the next day and that he'd give me half off the inspection. "Sure, I can do that," I replied. He wrote it in his calendar book, old school. So I was there when the gate opened this morning and they were true to their word. The guy at the counter even remembered me by name.
I thought about what the inspection might reveal. The inner and outer tie rod ends were probably as shot as the Pitman and idler arms had been, and if I'd been thinking I would've had those parts for when Forrest did the other work. They're easy to replace. In fact, I could probably do it myself. Then there was a chance the ball joints were also worn. That would be beyond my capabilities, and Forrest probably wouldn't have the specialized tools with him to do the job. But it's not that big of a deal at an actual shop (as opposed to the middle of the desert). But the one I feared most was worn out control arm bushings, because replacement is labor-intensive. I read a magazine (gotta love a place that has Rolling Stone) and waited.
The guy returned with the report. The news was... good. The ball joints and control arm bushings were fine. Only the tie rods needed replacement. He said he was kind of clogged with paperwork but he'd call later with an estimate. I'm curious what they would charge, even though I'll probably do it myself.
I've been trying to remember when I first became aware of the front end clunking and wobbling. I can't pinpoint it because it happened gradually. That's the nature of mechanical wear. But a problem creeping up on you is better than it announcing itself by swerving you off a cliff or into the path of a semi. So pay attention to the sounds, vibrations and whatnot your vehicle makes and the way it behaves. Be aware of any changes. It's a sign.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
More crowds
About a hundred members of Escapees have escaped Quartzsite and gathered across the road from me. But they're far enough away that I don't hear their generators.
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Lesson learned
After I posting about being able to have the door open on winter evenings, Nature chastised my bragging by sending van-rocking wind. I've had to seal up the Rolling Steel Tent to keep out the dust.
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Alex
Alex was shooting a documentary at the Rubber Tramp Rendezvous. Its working title is "Burning Van." After he interviewed me, I interviewed him.
The monetary cost is low, but...
It's time again to renew my vehicle registration. Eighty bucks is a pittance, but getting it done costs a lot of frustration. It's as if South Dakota wanted to make their online renewal process obtuse and awkward to discourage its actual use.
First, there was no Renew Vehicle Registration menu item on the home page. Because, you know, no one would ever want to renew their registration.
Then, once I'd read a not-very-prominent paragraph and clicked the correct logo to get to the renewal login, it decided last year's username and password were invalid, so I had to create a new account, with an overly complex password and three security questions. Because, you know, no one would want someone sneaking in to pay their fees for them.
After it emailed me my new username and password, it wouldn't let me copy and paste the password into the login box. And it wouldn't show me what I was typing as I was typing it. I could type or see the actual characters, but not at the same time. Because, you know, who would want to do that?
Then, if there's an error entering your payment information (like not noticing auto fill stuck part of your phone number in the ZIP+4 field) you have to reenter your card number.
But I finally got it done and received a confirmation email. Woo! Legal for another year!
The $1.77 "Convenience Fee" made me laugh. I guess it would be a lot more if the process had actually been convenient.
First, there was no Renew Vehicle Registration menu item on the home page. Because, you know, no one would ever want to renew their registration.
Then, once I'd read a not-very-prominent paragraph and clicked the correct logo to get to the renewal login, it decided last year's username and password were invalid, so I had to create a new account, with an overly complex password and three security questions. Because, you know, no one would want someone sneaking in to pay their fees for them.
After it emailed me my new username and password, it wouldn't let me copy and paste the password into the login box. And it wouldn't show me what I was typing as I was typing it. I could type or see the actual characters, but not at the same time. Because, you know, who would want to do that?
Then, if there's an error entering your payment information (like not noticing auto fill stuck part of your phone number in the ZIP+4 field) you have to reenter your card number.
But I finally got it done and received a confirmation email. Woo! Legal for another year!
The $1.77 "Convenience Fee" made me laugh. I guess it would be a lot more if the process had actually been convenient.
Friday, January 19, 2018
Not to make you feel bad, but...
It's the middle of January, in the United States, it's getting dark, and it's warm enough to leave the Rolling Steel Tent's door open. This is one of the things I truly love about the nomadic life. Oh, and no mortgage, no rent.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Another freebie
On my way back from Blythe I stopped for a shower at the Flying J in Ehrenberg.
The cashier asked, "Do you have a rewards card?"
"No."
"Are you a professional driver?"
"No."
At this point they usually ask for twelve dollars. Instead, he got on the intercom and said, "Eric, my computer shows showers 3 and 14 are available. I'm sending back a guy in a gray shirt with a white beard. Give him one of those."
"Why, thank you."
Eric directed me to shower 14.
"Thank you."
This has happened five or six times before. Or a trucker in line behind me will offer one of the free showers he'd accrued with his rewards card. There are nice people in the world. I left a tip.
The cashier asked, "Do you have a rewards card?"
"No."
"Are you a professional driver?"
"No."
At this point they usually ask for twelve dollars. Instead, he got on the intercom and said, "Eric, my computer shows showers 3 and 14 are available. I'm sending back a guy in a gray shirt with a white beard. Give him one of those."
"Why, thank you."
Eric directed me to shower 14.
"Thank you."
This has happened five or six times before. Or a trucker in line behind me will offer one of the free showers he'd accrued with his rewards card. There are nice people in the world. I left a tip.
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