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Do we hurry our road? Or help where needed…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOn the exciting drive to Copper we saw a silver-grey van stopped, stacks of backpacks and 6 or 8 college students waving as we slowed, but drove just beyond.  Realizing they were waving for help, I thought, they probably have Verizon too (no service here between towns).  I backed up along the shoulder.

The first question was, “do you have any different tools”?  “Our lug wrench is slipping”.  First glance showed 7 loosened lugs on that big right-side, rear van wheel.  My “lug wrench” is part of a pared-down toolbox tossed into a lightweight Homie’s Orange plastic box.  A Craftsman breaker bar and deep socket; it fits both the Tramper and Marfa the 4 Runner.  It did NOT fit the Colorado Mountain College van.

After allowing tries with several other size sockets, it was clear this was a stubborn lug nut.  My “hammer”  is a camp axe, but is in the cubby of the Tramper, back at the campground.  I smacked the offender a few times with the heavy breaker bar.  Shock is your friend against friction.  A small vise grip was quickly tried, broken and abandoned (I gave permission to break or abuse anything as needed).

My next attack included a little trip back into my toolbox and some “creativity”.  I grabbed a hacksaw blade, bent it at about the depth of a socket, 3/8″ or so.  Then, a student handed me the key:  A Bigger Hammer!  This was no ordinary hammer, it was his ice axe.   I pounded the socket over the lug nut with the hacksaw blade wedged  into one flank of the hex.  Pounded some more.  I pushed down with all my weight and pressure inwards to keep that socket on.  Not a budge, despite a few grunts and cuss words.

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Then, I recomposed myself, flipped the wrench to give me the best torque, pulling upwards and grunted some more.  I think it was a Scottish heritage grunt; a Grant Grunt!  And so the lug turned.  Advising them not to worry about driving with 7 out of 8 lugs, I threw my tools back into the box, shook a few hands and ran back to our car.  (Had it not yielded, I would have added a few drops of oil or transmission fluid from a dipstick, and asked if anyone had a camp stove.  Heat, your other friend against friction.  The other, priceless tool is persistence: remember, “The mechanic will have his way”.)

Off to Copper.  They, in turn were soon on their way to ice climb at Vail.

“How the Heck Can They Do That??”

HE SAID:

That’s the question. How is it that we, David and Jane, managed to temporarily quit work and travel for 3 months or more?

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Kitchen table Command Center!

First we started dreaming and discussing.  Our own inner conversation was perhaps the biggest obstacle to deal with.  What if?  What if something happens?  What will we do with our house, cars, bills, cats?  These and countless other thoughts are probably what keeps most people from trying out their own dreams.

Having a wonderful, mature, self-sufficient daughter helps more than we knew.  Our home and cats are in capable hands,  The house has more people living in it now than before this whole trip was conceived.

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Jane, Olivia and David on launch day

Jane and I are able to imagine options and dream without internal criticism sometimes.  We imagine big choices, brainstorm without reserve or critique and just see the routes that might unfold.  We do this with a lot of decisions, money management, future ideas, loans, projects, and any old dream.  While allowing a possibility, we get to outline many of the unfolding details without ever taking a first actual step.  Remember when you were thirteen?  Just paint a picture.  Don’t block  your own thoughts.

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Tents were considered, we love tent camping, but the thought of taking down a tent every day for months was eliminated early. Bed & Breakfasts were entertained, but the prices and fixed distances between could have precluded that possibility.  We hate generators and have an aversion to the fields full of “Rock-star buses” (big RV’s), KOA’s and campgrounds that look  like parking lots.  I researched those options and older RV’s and came up with a renovation/revival as an “off-grid” solution.  In our Tramper we are capable of warmth, showers, light, cooking, music and all the comforts of home without any hook-ups or support for more than three weeks at a time (other than filling our tanks with water and propane).

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Next, we had to look at our present lifestyle and bills.  This began in earnest more than 2 years before the Voyage.  But even before this, our lifestyle included numerous preventions to inordinate debt.  We drive old cars with “liability-only” auto insurance.  We live in a small older house, much “smaller” and cheaper than our realtor suggested for a two income family.  We try not to buy things we don’t “need”.  Thrift stores have surprises waiting as they also have fine clothing for your normal needs, especially used work khakis (for $10 instead of $80).

Pins on the map...

Pins on the map…

During our direct preparation, we eliminated ALL credit card use and other debts possible.  I paid my student loan in double payments, managing to pay 9 months in advance.  Nearly all materials for renovation came from weekly paychecks and not from savings.  This gradual approach fit the tasks as I spent 2 years rebuilding.  The first stage was on a new frame, brakes, tires and lights to create a safe “outline” to work with.  My car rebuilding, machinist, creative, research and contacts all formed the background assembly.

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The second year followed with three test trips where we took notes on what the interior needed, how to rearrange and how to weather a real Winter.  I even did a solo trip to the Catskills for the cold test at 12 degrees F.   The second stage of renovating started this March, after that cold test, when I gutted the interior, insulated, wired, plumbed, ran gas pipes and lines and finally recreated the warm Birch  interior I liked so much about the original.

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The ‘in-process’ view. The finished view is above.

– David

SHE SAID:

There are three things that came together that made this trip possible:

1. We both have professions that will (hopefully) allow us to step out for a year. David is a Physical Therapist and I am a Nuclear Medicine Technologist. When there are job openings, we could plug right back in. In the past, we both tried the management route and found it to be more of an irritant than it’s worth. So, we are now well-paid cogs in the wheel and content to be so. If I had finally attained my “dream job” after many years of climbing the ladder, well, I probably would have been a lot less likely to leave it.

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2. We have a small house. We bought it in 1999. It’s 1000 sq ft or so. Much less house than the realtor wanted us to buy. Much less house than we could have gotten financing for. We drive used cars. We have one TV. We have “dumb” phones. Our credit card balances are zero. Neither of us likes to shop particularly much. The sum of all this is that our expenses are relatively low. So, cash is available for a trip like this.

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3. Our personalities make this possible, as well. We are willing to take a calculated risk (leave our jobs and travel) for a really cool benefit (leave our jobs and travel)!

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Other things make the Tramper Voyage, if not possible, then a lot easier. Our daughter is 26 and is living in our house while we’re gone, so we didn’t have to sell or rent our residence and it’s in good hands. Our investment house actually makes a small income each month. Our child-rearing days are done. David’s mom, who needs constant care now, is in the excellent hands of David’s three sisters. (Hmm, wonder if it will be a lot more on us when we return? Well, that would be okay!)

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Moonrise in Texas

So, the circumstance fell into place; because we made it happen and because we’ve been fortunate in life.

the great Rio Grande!

the great Rio Grande!

But, the one thing I haven’t mentioned, the one thing that brings it all together is – David Grant! David can assess used cars and determine if they’re OK. He can do the work necessary to get those cars through inspection and keep those cars on the road. He can rehab a 1957 trailer so that it’s not only quite livable, but luxurious to live in! His common sense and his good ideas keep us happy and healthy.

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On the road and at home.

– Jane

DAY 111 – 1/2/2013 Start the Year Skiing

A tradition I have often carried is to ski very early on New Year’s Day.  Many people have been up late the night before, so I have found that particular morning pretty much crowd-free.  Lack of a crowd makes skiing safer and more fun.  This year we drove through New Mexico, started the year in a new place continuing our grand adventure.

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After a very cold night- temps were minus zero- we set up camp at Heart of the Rockies RV park. The Tramper was quite comfortable inside!  In fact, we are working on ways to heat less dramatically…

Today we skied.  Just drive about 8 miles uphill to a wonderful Colorado ski resort, “our resort”, Monarch Mountain.

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I had confidence the skiing would be nice, the mountain adequate.  So, here we are.  Standard speed chairs, no high-speed-detachable-quads.  Just as well.  They wear out your legs fast, but worse, they spit too many people onto the trails at once.  More people means the snow wears out faster.

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Here today, in this holiday week, we skied right into the queue and rarely waited for even a single pair ahead of us.  There is still soft snow on the edges of the trails from a storm three or four days ago.  Best of all, terrain.

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Trails and trails stretch over and around a well contoured area.  The lifts have such simple and informative signs: Beginner lift, Advanced lift.  And the grooming!  We found plenty on smooth, groomed greens to wake up and re-adapt to this sport.

I always laugh at my first few turns.  I can be pretty critical having skied for over 40 years. I have passion for this sport but also the Winter season. I look forward to skiing from the first dreary, cloudy or rainy day of fall.  The warm Summer funs are ending and what next?  SKI SEASON looms to save the day.

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Sweet Fall-line trail, right down to the parking lot!

So there I stand at the top of a hill, inching into that first run.  Its so familiar, I start to turn and usually end up banking far inside.  My body is turning a bike!  I haven’t separated my pelvis and hips from my torso.  Five or six turns later and it starts working, But slalom racing skis are not forgiving.  Flex and edge them and they TURN!  REALLY TURN!  The radius they pick may be based on what you told them, but if you aren’t ready….kapow, they launch.

At home on skis.

At home on skis.

Two runs later I begin to remember what I was “working on” last year.  No one could see the subtleties being refined and improved, but there is an infinite realm to explore in any sport.  With skiing it involves a 3-dimensional interplay with a constantly changing surface.

On skis, I know I belong on this planet.  There is a quiet and unencumbered joy.  Both of giggle and get to say Weeee…a lot.  Can’t wait til tomorrow!

-David

DAY 106 – 12/29/2012 Carlsbad Caverns, Oh My! ?

I have no particular interest in caverns.  Went spelunking once in the 80’s with a machinist co-worker.  We entered a little slit of a grassy hole in West Virginia, slithered between a few cracks I wouldn’t be comfortable with now, descended about 80 or 100 feet into the ground to a rocky platform, where ropes would be needed to go any further.  Each of us wore a carbide lamp, so we turned them out.  DARK.  Cave-dark.  Darker than anything I’d ever seen or since.  Never had the need to do that sport again though!

Jane too wanted nothing to do with caves, holes, caverns or closed spaces of any kind.  Jean-Philippe (our trusted advisor again), assured us that it would be more like a cathedral or auditorium.  Well lit and not constricted at all.  I worried that it would be a light-show or organ music background.  I don’t usually like a natural wonder that gets over humanized or commercialized.

But here we were, driving North on the only road that made sense for where we were headed in Colorado.  Even that roadrunner and coyote gave us chuckle as if to say, “we were on the right road at the right time”.  And smack along the way were two more National Park sites where we could use our Parks Pass.  Quadalupe Peak looked beautiful and is the highest point in Texas.  We had arrived too late in the day to hike the whole round trip to the summit.  We don’t feel the draw to become “peak-baggers”, just love those tough hikes when the time is right.  So as we left, both of us looked likely to mosey on into the cavern at Carlsbad, New Mexico.

Access is from a mountain ridge with a big parking lot.  A big, full parking lot.  We sort of forget that this is a holiday week.  Lines snaking along ropes led to a smiling ranger who graciously gave us our tickets “free” after checking my I.D.and National Parks Annual Pass.  While waiting we read about several options including 4-6 hour King’s Tours with a ranger, but also some shorter options.  A glaring flat screen message blinked through some sales options and also a Big Red Warning to expect LONG WAITS at the elevator to come back up!

We saw another option even though we had only arrived just after 2:00 in the afternoon.  Hiking in or out through the natural entrance was allowed.  The overall distance covered would be about 1 ½ miles each way and descend over 750′ into the cavern.  Cool! It was going to be like hiking an upside-down mountain!  We’d much rather hike than ride an elevator anyway.

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The entrance has been kept nearly the same as when it was “found” by white explorers.  There IS evidence of Native American use, but not very deep and not very conclusive as to who, when and how much.  Shards from pottery from varied sources have been inconclusive.  were they “real finds” or discoverers looking for attention?

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The only way to descend any great amount in a short distance is with looping switchbacks.  And those switchbacks did LOOP!  The surface was asphalt, dry and very grippy.  The trail about 40″ wide and lined with a nice steel rail everywhere it counted.  True to word, the place is “cavernous”.  BIG, HIGH, WIDE in places.  Mostly dry and a general constant temperature, but a welcome 90% humidity, particularly after weeks of desert dryness at less than 30%.

Describing the formations is about as silly as the process of naming some of them.  Kinda like cloud-watching metaphors.  I’ll let the pictures do their magic, leave out my 1000 words.  Suffice to say, we went all the way down into and around the big room and enjoyed that hike back out!  Jane continues to impress me with her growth as a hiker.  She really rebuilt her heart after that darned chemo (It had snuffed her cardiac Ejection fraction from a baseline of 72% down to below 50%, and a healthy normal average is about 65%).   We were passed by only one guy, a runner, all sweaty and breathing hard. Jane paused only about twice on 2 of the many, many stone benches on the way back to our world.

– David

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DAYS 102-103 12/25-26/2012 Mountain Biking the Texas Desert

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While I know we rode but a small taste of this place in just a few days, we think we got a good feel for the desert riding of Texas.  For advice we relied on Jean-Philippe back at College Station so long ago, and Desert Sports near Terlingua.  Both mentioned the “warmup” trails East of the park entrance.  The Lajitas Golf resort and Spa has created a very nice network near the airport there!  (a very private, small and empty airport at that…not a single plane was seen or heard in the three days we were there)

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The Lajita trails includes loops, stacked loops and bailouts to allow a taste of any size without forcing a poison dose upon the rider.  The surface was hard, dry and packed enough to roll fast.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAParts were tiny fractured flat rock bits that Jane deemed riding on Scrabble tiles. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe 18″ wide curvy single track could have been weaved anywhere between the tough, scrappy, low desert growths.  But knowing how fragile the desert is, nearly everyone stays right on the trail.  We blasted about up and down what was probably only 1 or 200′ of rise and fall, making for flowy fun, fun, fun!!!

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The flora is surprisingly diverse.  My favorite is Ocotilla, a thicket-like bush that seems to grow everywhere, but favor those ridge lines where you might expect Indians to rise and run down over the plain.  Fences and Ramadas are often made of this nasty, thorny stalk and Jane noticed some of the fences coming back to life.  The hardy stalk seems to need little moisture and in place, wired into a structure starts to sprout if it touches the ground!  Wow!  Desert life surprises constantly.  We saw a few different tiny and intricate flowers thriving inches from the trail too.  I couldn’t help but share my Camelbak water during my rest stops…bet they bloom again next week.  Kinda like those little shrunken sponge toys that grow to ten times their size.

The next day we thought we’d head for the Contrabando (yes, like contraband, or smugglers goods) Trails System.  I wanted to ride in from the West gate, ride around the Contrabando Dome and back out.  We wondered a bit why not many cars parked there.  an early start led us into gravelly, then rocky, then sandy washes or draws.  As we headed further in without the gleeful paybacks of sinewy buff trail, we contemplated where this was leading.  we gave it another half hour before turning back.  We “threw” the bikes quickly into the 4Runner sans Tramper, and drove hastily to the East Trailhead.

Two or three parked trucks confirmed what we’d been seeing this week.  this is where riders start.  Right off onto the Dog Cholla Trail, we weaved along terraces and tumbled through a few washes.  The ratio was better though, we got what we came for!  And More!  The Crystal Trail was sparkling and spectacular!  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAgain, bench cut joy riding around and up the shoulders of those spotty green-grey hills.  It was so weird that one of them was COVERED IN CRYSTALS.  And so hard NOT to pick one up as a souvenir.

We are so blessed to be riding this stuff.  It seemed petty to bail out on that first ride….But it sure paid off!

-David