It's a bright, sunny and cool day here in Sisters, Oregon. Current temp is 50 degrees, but when I went out to Miranda this morning to make our coffee at around 6:30 a.m., it was 33 degrees. The days may be getting longer, but the temperatures still feel like early spring.
Melanie and I have decided, after being quarantined in Sisters for almost two months, we are ready to begin our travels again. We do so, as you may imagine, with some trepidation, but armed with good information about how to stay safe in the time of pandemic.
We will miss our spot in Sisters. Our stay here has been nothing short of great. Even as the virus continues to plague many areas of the country. We are fortunate to have been invited to shelter here and grateful for our hosts, Christy and Jack. It's good to also know, if things don't go as we hope and plan once we're back out traveling, we have a place to which we can return, if need be.
It's the Sunday before Memorial Day. The New York Times headline, U.S. Deaths Near 100,000 an Incalculable Loss. Meanwhile, 45 spends Saturday and today golfing and posting racist tweets from a racist supporter. No mention by 45 of lives lost due to COVID-19. So it goes.
Memorial Day 2020
We end our Sisters quarantine tomorrow and begin our travels anew. First to Eugene, Oregon, then on to the Oregon coast.
I'd intended to cycle one last time into the Cascades on McKenzie Pass Scenic Highway to McKenzie Pass, but there's much to do in preparation for departure tomorrow. Aside from the beauty and great exercise I've gotten from my rides around Sisters and on the scenic highway, I'll miss the many and varied conversations I've had with people who take the scenic route.
Always maintaining the proper physical distance, I was reminded by a physicians assistant from Bend that physical distance didn't necessarily mean we had to forego social contact. We could talk to each other from safe distance.
I met someone from my hometown of Columbus, Georgia one day while in Windy Gap. She had worked in Portland, but retired with her husband and now lives in Sisters. While we went to the same high school, she is younger and so I missed knowing her when we both lived there.
There was the guy from Bend who misunderstood me thinking I was being critical of him when I said you'd have to be missing a brain not to understand the gravity of our situation during the pandemic. His response was to declare he had a very large brain and to ride off abruptly leaving his companion to apologize to me. Luckily, I saw them both again and was able to explain my comments were not critical of him. I did not mean to insult. He apologized too and, I assume, all was well.
I met another couple, John and Susan, from Bend as I was stopped and was drinking water at the closed seasonal gate on the highway. John asked if my bike was an electric assist. When I responded, yes, he mentioned his was also. We struck up a conversation as we ascended the highway and Susan mentioned that John would soon turn 91 years young. I suddenly felt like a kid.
Turns out John, who is a retired Mathematician/Physicist, had, for a time, taught at Auburn University in 1958. John has a blog, Hoalablog, you may find interesting. He suggested I start at the beginning, I would suggest you also start there and peruse at your leisure.
I've exchanged emails with them and hope to stay in touch from time to time. Susan sent along places along the Oregon coast she and John have enjoyed for us to consider.
Here's an excerpt from John's blog:
It is fall, 1957. I am newly married to Barbara, my first wife. We are in Auburn, Alabama where I am a Temporary Instructor in the Physics Department at the Alabama Polytechnic Institute, later to become Auburn University. We have ended up in Auburn because Barbara was acquainted with Dr. Howard Carr, head of the Physics Department and knew that the department badly needed people to teach elementary physics to engineering students and liberal arts majors. Letters written from Innsbruck plus a positive reference from my graduate adviser at Stanford (Georg Polya, a well-known mathematician) sealed the deal. Of course, I had pretty much forgotten the little physics I had ever known so I would need to learn the subject from the text I was teaching and try to stay a week or so ahead of my students. Since I was planning to become a physicist anyway, this was a fun challenge and I didn’t do too badly in meeting it. Certainly, I could appreciate and relate to the difficulties my students were having with the subject. Meanwhile, Barbara had decided to switch her major from mathematics to English literature so was taking graduate courses in the English Department.
That fall we were totally absorbed in life. I was passionately in love with Barbara and working hard on learning elementary physics and doing well with my teaching. As a faculty member I had easy access to football tickets and enjoyed going to games. The Auburn team that year was winning all their games, a new experience for me after watching games in high school and at Stanford. In high school I watched Punahou lose 64 – 0 to Kamehameha in their first game and lose every subsequent game thereafter. Stanford had a similarly bad season my freshman year. In retrospect I think that the Auburn team was the best college team I’ve ever seen. They had an overwhelming defense often holding opponents to negative yardage on the ground. Their games were not exciting because they did not seem to be very fired up. They would get a lead of a few points, shut down their opponents, and play out the rest of the game in a boring manner. There was only the suspense of wondering if the opposition would score on a fluke play. When it came time to play the last game of the season against arch-rival Alabama, the press was wondering if there would be an upset because Auburn’s wins had been less than dramatic while Alabama hadn’t done all that badly. The game started in a usual manner. Auburn won the toss and, as they always did in such circumstances, elected to kick. As the kickoff sailed down the field I suddenly realized I was looking at a different, fired up, team. The Alabama receiver took the ball in the end zone and started up the field, making little progress as flying tackles narrowly missed their target. The runner was shortly overwhelmed at about the 15 yard line. In the next few plays Alabama lost yardage and finally fumbled after a hard hit in their end zone. Auburn 7, Alabama 0. Subsequently Auburn finally displayed their offense. They did have an all-American end, Jimmy Phillips, who played sensationally and their ground game became effective. Final score 40 – 0. What impressed me about that Auburn team was the philosophy of doing the minimum necessary to win, in a relaxed manner, never playing to potential unless necessary or in a game with Alabama. This attitude, with its suggestion of power held in reserve, smacked of the Zen I would later encounter.
Also in that Fall Quarter I was becoming acquainted with Barbara’s family and numerous relatives, taking in the friendly Southern atmosphere, which overlay a terrible racism, seldom explicitly on display to me. However, I knew it was there. The first morning in Auburn I was awake at dawn, still not adjusted to the time change, so got up in the early light and headed to town up the main street. A black man came down the side walk in front of me, began to hesitate when about thirty feet away, then stepped off the sidewalk three or four feet into the street and cowered, half turned away from me with head bowed, as I walked by. I was totally appalled, having grown up in Hawaii where there are too many races and racial mixtures for serious prejudice though people other than haoles (whites) had been quite subjugated in the days before I grew up. By the time I was in high school, however, one could be taunted for being a haole and perhaps beaten up, so what prejudice there was operated in all directions. In Alabama, because I am a realist and definitely a coward as well, I never openly challenged the mores of that time, but tried to treat black people with respect.
From Oregon Health Authority on Memorial Day 2020
The (Coronavirus) War Prayer
Lord our Father, we beseech Thee, declare our lives more worthy than the aged or infirm, than any who might perish so that we may return to ways that are more comfortable. Let them gasp for air, for we are afraid of losing status. Let them be martyrs, collateral damage in our campaign to dine out when we want, to cut and shampoo and bowl as we please. Let our grandmothers die alone, so our lives do not have to change. Let our neighbors and uncles and aunts and even our children succumb, so our other sons may play sports before crowds.
Let us return to normal quickly to recover our losses, Lord, even if it causes this plague to persist. Allow us to feel good about that, Lord. Let our cries of “freedom” wash our sins away.
We ask it all in love. Amen.
Thanks, John Archibald
It's late morning here in Sisters on a rare cloudy day with rain in the forecast. The weather here has been very spring like of late with temperatures reaching into the low 80's Saturday past. Near noon now, it's hovering in the low 50's. Life in the high desert.
While Melanie and I are still physical distancing, we've begun to think about continuing our travels. It's not likely we'll leave Sisters before the beginning of June, giving ourselves a few more weeks to carefully consider how to proceed with everyone's safety, including our own, in mind.
As I've mentioned before, we are very fortunate and thankful for being invited to take refuge and quarantine off the road. Our hosts, our new friends, are kind and generous souls and we've throughly enjoyed spending time with them in their home. It's nice to know we have a place to be in case we need to be off the road again.
I receive the Oregon Health Authority's COVID news email daily. Governor Brown is slowly beginning to open the state back up. From what I can tell, new cases and deaths from COVID-19 have remained pretty level in the state for some time. Yesterday, Oregon reported 51 new cases and 3 new deaths. Most people who die from the virus here, as in many other states and locales, are elderly, most, but not all, have underlying health problems. There are no known cases of the virus in Sisters, another reason we are happy to be here.
Good information about the virus is not hard to come by, but that doesn't keep people from believing all kinds of nonsense about it. Spend any time on Facebook lately and you know conspiracies and propaganda are abundant. It's increasingly difficult for me to garner the patience necessary to navigate all the misinformation promulgated by people who are suffering from various quarantine maladies, some without a whiff of self-reflection or meta-cognition.
It's increasingly clear to me that we are not all in this together though we're all certainly in the same boat. People still largely don't understand why wearing masks in public are as important as maintaining social distance. Information coming out of the White House, where Trump and Pence, among others, don't wear masks and where wearing masks is now, only yesterday, deemed mandatory, is largely to blame for much of the confusion. For months they have attempted to flattened the truth on the virus.
Mercury Must Be In Retrograde Again, but at least it's not just hanging around pretending to be my friend. Jus' saying
A friend messaged me yesterday that she was a little tired of her house and her children and her husband and pets, but otherwise, she was okay.
Over the past several weeks as I've spoken up on Facebook when I see misinformation or self-serving, largely thoughtless, economic arguments about opening up the economy and getting "back to normal," as if things were really ever normal before the virus, strange things have been coming my way. Some might argue I deserve what I get for even responding or thinking for half a minute a rational discussion might be had amidst all the chaos.
A few weeks ago, for example, someone on Facebook told me he was envisioning breaking my jaw if I had been fortunate enough to be standing in front of him. I'd simply asked him why an article he'd posted was not simply a selfish, self-serving economic argument leaving out any potential major detrimental consequences of opening the economy without a plan. To his credit, he did suggest he was sorry about the threat and offered he'd pray for me. Thoughts and then prayers.
How much is a life worth?
Another told me, indirectly, in a post different from the one in which I'd left a responsive comment to an article she posted, I could disagree with her, but I didn't need to be a dick about it. An ad hominem attack as response. My favorite. If that's all you got, then nothing is all you got.
Forty percent of our fellow citizens couldn't come up with $400.00 for an emergency before the virus hit. And we're going to open up and go right back to normal? As is usual in the U.S., the poor will continue to take it on the chin and the rich among us continue on at a safe distance.
See Also, Poor People's Campaign Virtual March on Washington, June 20,2020.
Meanwhile, a member of a Facebook group of owners of the RV Melanie and I live in posted RVing After COVID-19 from a publication put out by Camping World. Not a mention of physical distancing, wearing a mask, being mindful of traveling into a town where you're a stranger and maybe carrying the virus with you as you travel. No, life will once again be beautiful. Like you, you intrepid traveler.
If your intention is to travel, you should at least know the risks and how to avoid them.
How Freedom Turned Sociopathic in America.
Physical distance. Be considerate, wear a mask. Stay safe.
And so it was, in the second month of quarantine, I shot video (and a few stills).
Before we began our travels 16 months ago, I invested in video editing software and a few other items I thought might assist us in making videos of our travels on occasion. I'd followed couples who traveled and had YouTube channels and what they were producing seemed like a fun exercise.
When life on the road began, shooting and editing videos suddenly seemed too much like work. The software was complicated and I knew from prior experience producing a video that met minimal standards was, well, time consuming. There was simply too much to see and do to warrant hours sitting editing video.
Then quarantine, right? So, after a very rudimentary start at learning my editing software (you'll note a few glitches I didn't feel like removing) and without giving content too much consideration, here's my first attempt at some video of a part of what I've been fortunate enough to be doing regularly. I've added music you may not like, but for me, this is a marker of sorts. It represents part of what's happening right now in Sisters, Oregon as we quarantine.
Timelapse in Deschutes National Forest
Good Sunday morning from Sisters, Oregon. It's another stunning, but cool morning here. Low last night was at freezing. I had to run into town for coffee beans this morning and there was frost on the windshield. The high temp today should reach the low 70's with light cirrus clouds above us.
Depending on where you get your news regarding COVID-19 and quarantine, and maybe we can agree news, in some quarters, has been uneven at best lately, the country is beginning to open up for business again. If you're still watching the president's virus briefing each day and, if you're still of a mind to try and discern our president's messages and advice about the virus and/or treatments, bless your heart.
I mentioned this in my last post, but frankly, our nation has to come to terms with the fact many of our citizens will never see 45's flaws and will continue to believe he's the answer to their prayers. Lacking discernible skills to weigh the evidence put before them, they are faithful to a fault and are being played like a fine violin. I'm concerned, left to their own devises, they will attempt to kill us all.
I see them out there at the market with no masks, walking around as though they're invulnerable. I suppose I should be thankful we're located in an area with few cases of COVID-19.
If you've ever wondered what you'd do should a pandemic strike, you're doing it now for sure. There's no shortage of advice from many angles and sources and we here in Sisters share it amongst ourselves in the evenings, sometimes over dinner. I'm both grateful and amazed at times at the ideas being put forth realizing most routine comfortable first-world existence has ceased to be recognizable.
I'm certain there are many out there now who are coming to realize the downside of defining themselves mostly by work they've done for many years. Hobbies? What hobbies? Nobody's got time for that kind of trivial nonsense. Well, at least nobody had the time. I've often suspected one reason more people don't retire when they can comfortably do so is they lack imagination about how to fill their time if work isn't involved.
I'm grateful for both the reasoned and often spiritual discussions we have around the dinner table with our hosts here in Sisters. While I don't subscribe to much that defines organized religion and faith, there's much solace to be said for the Christian notions of loving and caring for each other. Melanie and I are fortunate to be living with two loving and caring retired priests.
We don't know yet when we'll leave Sisters to begin again our travels. Progress in opening up and relaxing stay-at-home orders out west seems to be a bit more measured and, may I say thoughtful, than in some places in the east. Watch this space
Here's my first attempt at putting together a video with my D500 camera while out on a bike ride on April 29th.
A Bike Ride along a portion of the McKenzie Pass Scenic Highway
Day whatever of quarantine. Right? What day of the week is it? What time of day? Untethered and cast out of any semblance of our comfortable (?) lives and routines. Forced into closer, much closer, proximity to others with whom we're related by blood and marriage. Forced to define or redefine what it means to love someone dear to you. Who are these people anyway?
It's the 50th Anniversary of Earth Day. Here in Sisters quail are roaming the back yard and a gentle rain falls.
I found and saved the above "Fuck Trump" image (not mine) a few weeks back because it spoke to me. I figured there might come a time when I could use it for something. Maybe I'd just pull it up on occasion as a form of catharsis. Regardless, it's also a great metaphor for these times.
It speaks loudly of "leadership" that regularly attempts to quell reasoned dissent. By firing, belittling, name calling, dissembling. And lying. So much lying. This administration gives new meaning to incompetence. They are showing us what it means for all of us when government has been dismantled to the point of ineffectiveness when we need it most.
But we are also learning there are fellow citizens, specifically dear leader's white evangelical base, those who have those sincerely held beliefs about what they think the Bible says, who think dear leader is God's answer to their prayers. They believe they are winning and they make up approximately 25% of all voters. Let that one sink in for a moment.
For them, the lesson seems to be Supreme Court justices, laws against abortion and the economy (see also the perverse notion of the prosperity gospel) are more important than competence, morality, character, and the common good once were.
How has COVID-19 and the fact government was woefully unprepared for the economic disaster that has ensued changed any this? Will the white evangelical cult remain loyal? The vote in November will tell us whether the remainder of us are now motivated to change the madness of the past 4 years. It may tell us whether we've also had enough of crony capitalism.
According to my calculations, we've been in residence with our hosts, the Reverends, Christy and Jack Erskine, since April 2nd. I liken living here with the Christy and Jack to the MTV show "The Real World," except the participants are all retired and lack the energy, or inclination, for drama. Cast together in unlikely circumstances, strangers seek solace and friendship during a pandemic.
Melanie and I live in the Erskine's downstairs space. We have everything we need, including a separate entrance so we don't necessarily disturb our hosts with our comings and goings. Not that we're moving about all that much. Melanie has set up an office space downstairs facing out towards the Cascade Mountains. And the Erskine's chicken coop. We have the use of one of the Erskine's vehicles.
We generally gather in the evenings for socializing and dinner upstairs. Meals are prepared with the participation of us all. I've mainly been the one (mostly) going out to market, occasionally making my way into Bend for items not available in Sisters, population about 2000. Costco in Bend finally had toilet paper yesterday. 😎
Dinner conversations are wide-ranging. Like us, the Erskine's are campers (their camper tag is REVED UP) and are widely traveled. We share a love of politics and the Erskines are politically active. Currently, they are working with Common Purpose Now which seeks to mobilize voters, now in the time of COVID-19.
We've been watching a series of lectures given by David Domke, professor in the Department of Communications on leave from the University of Washington in Seattle. The lectures are enlightening and we've had great conversation around them.
The Erskine's home is just outside Sisters and near the Deschuttes National Forest. We've all been able to get outside for exercise. Christy and Jack walk most mornings, Melanie and I have gotten out on our bicycles.
We continue to be grateful for our hosts generosity and the love they've shown us during this time of quarantine. Happy Earth Day, y'all.
For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me. Matthew 25:35
Good morning from Sisters, Oregon where Melanie and I have been for the past 9 days and counting. Like many, hopefully all, of you we continue to wash our hands, wear our masks and keep a safe distance from people when we must be in public venues for groceries and the like.
For those of you who celebrate the Christian tradition of Easter, I wish you a very happy Easter. I know you'd rather be in your favorite place of worship today. I hope you've found some solace with an online service and maybe being physically close with some portion of your family. Welcome to the new (hopefully temporary) normal.
While Melanie and I miss the road, we are most grateful for the hospitality of our hosts, Christy and Jack Erskine, two retired Episcopal priests, who had invited us to stay with them before the current stay in place orders were given. Christy is a great cook and has made sure we are eating well. Our surroundings are picturesque and we can't imagine a better place to be than with the Erskines here in Sisters.
Sisters is the kind of place that makes your nomads begin to commence to think about real estate again. But it's still way too early on in this pilgrimage for that sort of thing.
Jack has a part-time job as a Chaplain at a hospital in Bend, Oregon, just south of Sisters where he currently meets with and ministers to staff and family members of those in the hospital. I've subscribed to the Oregon Health Authority's "Coronavirus Update" which comes to me via email daily. As of today there have been 52 deaths due to the virus. Most every death caused by the virus has been accompanied by some underlying medical condition. Most of the deceased are elderly.
While Jack isn't close to anyone with COVID-19, he takes all the precautions necessary to stay safe, including removing his work clothes outside in a camp shower he's set up on their porch when he gets home, then showering immediately afterwards.
This past week found us making masks for a local organization to donate to health care workers. Between the four of us, I had the very minor role of ironing straps for the masks before they were sewed, 100 masks were made and donated yesterday.
I continue to be the "designated hitter" for essential errands. Jack, as mentioned, is working, but Christy and Melanie are mostly staying in. We have a complement of hand sanitizers and masks and gloves for protection. We're fortunate Oregon is, and continues to be, ahead of the curve.
When we arrived, we traveled from Burn, Oregon to Sisters through Bend, Oregon on a Friday afternoon and were very surprised at the number of cars on the road and people going about their usual business in the stores. Granted, they were doing the physical distancing thing, but few were masked or gloved.
The Whole Foods market was only allowing a certain number of people in the store which felt good and everyone was cognizant of keeping their distance. Whole Foods had an employee sanitizing all shopping carts after use. We found both toilet paper and hand sanitizer there. Score. We got take out at a local burger joint which was nice since all the restaurants we encountered in Nevada over ten days there were closed.
Nine days later in Sisters, many more people are wearing masks, at least in the grocery stores. Some of the local trails have been closed, but there are many people out cycling and walking the roadways which have nicely marked bicycle lanes.
We're located about 2 miles outside of town on a road that runs into the Deschuttes National Forest. I've been riding a 16 mile loop that runs through the National Forest and through downtown Sisters. The weather here, after a few days of snow/rain with lows in the low 20's has been clear and seasonally cool, sometimes dipping just below freezing. No precipitation is expected until next Saturday.
We've also been assisting Christy and Jack get ready for the upcoming fire season. They have a pile of dead tree limbs, pine cones and straw they are burning in preparation for dry weather. Out here the forest service suggests you keep a 100' defensible space around your home to protect it against potential wild fires, so burning is allowed to rid yourself of all dead and dry wood and debris.
Be well, stay safe.
This was shared with Melanie and me a few nights ago after dinner by one of our hosts, Reverend Christy Erskine.
The message was written on March 16, 2020.
This moment humanity is going through can be seen as a portal and as a hole. The decision to fall into the hole or go through the portal is up to you. If they repent of the problem and consume the news 24 hours a day, with little energy, nervous all the time, with pessimism, they will fall into the hole. But if you take this opportunity to look at yourself, rethink life and death, take care of yourself and others, you will cross the portal. Take care of your home, take care of your body. Connect with the middle body of your spiritual house, all this is synonymous, that is to say the same. When you are taking care of one, you are taking care of everything else. Do not lose the spiritual dimension of this crisis, have the aspect of the eagle, which from above, sees the whole, sees more widely. There is a social demand in this crisis, but there is also a spiritual demand. The two go hand in hand. Without the social dimension, we fall into fanaticism. But without the spiritual dimension, we fall into pessimism and lack of meaning. You were prepared to go through this crisis. Take your toolbox and use all the tools at your disposal.
Learn about resistance with indigenous and African peoples: we have always been and continue to be exterminated. But we still haven’t stopped singing, dancing, lighting a fire and having fun. Don’t feel guilty about being happy during this difficult time. You don’t help at all by being sad and without energy. It helps if good things emanate from the Universe now. It is through joy that one resists. Also, when the storm passes, you will be very important in the reconstruction of this new world. You need to be well and strong. And, for that, there is no other way than to maintain a beautiful, happy and bright vibration. This has nothing to do with alienation. This is a resistance strategy. In shamanism, there is a rite of passage called the quest for vision. You spend a few days alone in the forest, without water, without food, without protection. When you go through this portal, you get a new vision of the world, because you have faced your fears, your difficulties…
This is what is asked of you. Let them take advantage of this time to perform their vision seeking rituals.
What world do you want to build for yourself? For now, this is what you can do: serenity in the storm. Calm down and pray. Everyday. Establish a routine to meet the sacred every day. Good things emanate, what you emanate now is the most important thing. And sing, dance, resist through art, joy, faith and love.
Good afternoon from Sisters, Oregon. We've been parked at the home of friends, Jack and Christy, for a few days. Melanie and I are very grateful for their invitation to stay with them while America attempts to flatten the curve. Efforts by Oregon to keep the number of cases down via Social Distancing measures seem to be working for the state. We're happy about that.
It's easier to live full-time in an RV in some areas of the country (and world) than others though Melanie and I had no trouble finding both BLM and private commercial RV parks open in California, Nevada and Oregon over the past month. We're pleased, however, Jack and Christy offered us a spot. We look forward to being on the road again, but feel good about being parked in Sisters with friends.
Our location in Sisters is a bicycle ride away from everything we need though Christy has graciously allowed us to use her car to run errands. It's also nice having the Three Sisters in view from time to time.
I had some much needed dental work done yesterday, but I'm looking forward to being in the kitchen with Christy once my mouth has healed in a few days. I'm grateful for our hosts' dentist, Dr. Friederes, for taking me on as a new patient under the circumstances. Because of our remote locations in Nevada, I had been nursing my dental problem along for about a month until I could get to Sisters. I'm glad the problem is resolved. Really glad.
Stay at home. Stay safe. Watch this space.
Good afternoon from Whiskey Flats RV Park in Hawthorne, Nevada, about halfway between Las Vegas and Reno on U.S. Route 95. It's a chilly 49 degrees here with Cirrus Clouds overhead. Looks like we're in for a little more precipitation tomorrow, snow for the upper elevations, rain for us in the high desert.
There are no "reported" cases of Corona Virus in Hawthorne. When I went into the Safeway market yesterday, I overheard two people talking. A man, who looked to be in his sixties says to the woman, "Well, on the bright side, we don't have no virus here yet," to which the woman replied, "Yeah, but that ain't stopping folks from coming here and buying up our shit!"
We traveled here yesterday after spending 5 days at Twenty Mile Beach about 18 miles north of our current location. We'll be here for three days, stocking up, doing laundry, then we'll begin moving north towards Sisters, Oregon and the home of friends of Melanie's who have graciously agreed to allow us to boondock with them.
Leisure Travel Van Owners
Random thoughts on our first-world first boondocking Corona Virus Distancing experience at Twenty Mile Beach BLM.
A free place to park Miranda for a while is a good thing especially when the place is as epic as Twenty Mile Beach and Walker Lake. Not much by way of wild life though I did see a large Jack Rabbit on a walk. I've never seen a rabbit move as fast as that one. We saw Big Horn Sheep along the road on the way into Hawthorne.
With empty grey and black tanks and 30 gallons of fresh water, we can comfortably spend 5 days off the grid. We had abundant desert sun and a few days of partly cloudy skies. Our 400 watts of solar power kept our batteries fully charged during day even as we were charging devices or watching TV. We ran the generator only to operate the oven/microwave in the evening. Making sure everything is unplugged and the inverter is off before bed allowed us to comfortably run our furnace (set on 60 degrees F as temps were in the mid 30's) at night and have anywhere from a 12.3-12.5 battery reading in the morning.
Over the last 17 months our temperature comfort zone has become lower than it was living in a bricks and mortar home. Normal comfort zone is generally between 68 and 72 degrees F. Lower humidity in the desert helps. While getting out from under our comforter to turn up the thermostat (if the heat is even on) can be bracing when it's 45 degrees or less in the van, once the thermostat is adjusted to 70 degrees F., the sun is up and shining on the van, and temps rise to the low to mid 60's, life is good. Dress accordingly.
Taking a "sponge bath" (my grandmother's term) using the sink and a wash cloth to rinse off about halfway through five days of boondocking works just fine. We had about 15% of our 30 gallons of fresh water left when we arrived at Whiskey Flats yesterday.
We make coffee using a Chemex coffee pot. When plugged in, we use a Bodum electric water kettle (1100 watts). When boondocking, we heat water on the stove and pour it into the Bodum water kettle to make our pour-over coffee. We do this because we're usually up before 7:00 and running the generator at that hour doesn't suit us or our neighbors, we imagine.
Our awning has a wind sensor. If the wind blows directly perpendicular to the van, it has the potential to get under the awning, especially if you are located up a hill, making the awning into a sail blowing it upwards and towards the van. In our case the sensor didn't immediately retract the awning as it's done on a few occasions and I had to jump up and grab one of the awning arms to bring it down so it could retract. Probably never happen exactly that way again, but still.
We remain grateful for the quality of workmanship and engineering that goes into our LTV house car. Small things requiring repair have happened but not often in 17 months. Most recently, one of our table hinges broke. I contacted the good folks at Leisure Travel Vans and our hinge will be waiting for us in Oregon at our friends' home when we arrive. LTV even threw in an extra hinge.
While traveling full-time is a choice for us, we continue to meet folks on the road traveling alone who've lost their homes and are living in their cars or SUV's. Such was the case for at least two people who were camped at Twenty Mile. Be grateful. Be kind.
The good news over the past few days is there continues to be a good number of places where we can camp that remain open and available for us. When we leave Hawthorne, we'll head to northern Nevada, then into Oregon where we'll be staying in Burns, Oregon for a night.
State by State Campground Closures Due to COVID-19
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