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Mt. Shasta and Shedding Old Skins
I would have loved to offer a beautiful image of Mt. Shasta, however with the nearby fires, I never saw the mountain. It was so covered in a smokey haze.
I stopped in the City of Shasta to stock up on supplies at the Natural Food Store and then headed toward McCloud. About eight miles past McCloud was Fowler campground and there was actually some blue sky there. I was tired. I had just driven from Gold Beach, Oregon, down the Redwood Hwy and up I-5. I was ready to stop for the night.
This is a favorite campground of mine as I have stayed here several times. I booked a site for the weekend so I didn’t have to deal with weekend traffic or camping issues. I did a lot of hiking along the river, visiting, the lower, middle and upper falls. The weather was perfect. Other than having a group of rowdy men camping next to me, it was a great weekend. Well, the men were actually pretty respectful, always engaging me in conversation and asking if they were too loud. They seemed conscientious about not being too disturbing to other campers. This was their annual men’s camping trip. Far be it for me to put a damper on that. I just surrendered and enjoyed my time there.
Prior to stopping at Fowler, I had spent four nights fourteen miles down the Rogue River out of Gold Beach, Oregon.
Since I was in my work week, I had to drive the fourteen miles every morning to Gold Beach to work. There was no reception down the river.
This was a bit of a rough week for me. The weather in Gold Beach was cold and gloomy and I was doing some heavy duty emotional processing. I had to switch campsites three times due to reservation issues and while carrying a heavy bag, I badly hurt my neck. Driving the long, windy road along the river with the bad neck made me car sick.
My Van had become my cave and I spent more time in it then out. I wasn’t hiking or spending much time in nature, although I was camping in nature. I was doing a lot of writing in my journal and dealing with some archaic pain coming to the surface as well as a lot of physical pain. I don’t think I took one picture during this four day stay.
It felt like I had gone deep into the cave where there was no sunlight or fresh air. The deeper into the cave I went, the deeper into my own subconscious I went.
The drive from Gold Beach to Shasta was equally heavy. It was cloudy with thick, dense fog way into the Redwood Forest, which was beautiful, but I didn’t feel like stopping this time.
Once the clouds lifted the smoke started. There was really thick, dense smoke from the top of the mountain all the way to Mcloud, California and it never let up. I felt the sadness of all the forests burning, which seemed to match my current mood. I released so much of the pain I was holding onto and what followed was a calm, peaceful state.
Once I found my camp spot, everything shifted. It was like the clouds cleared away and I felt happy and connected again. I had integrated some things that needed to be integrated, and cleared what needed to be cleared. My connection with the earth and the nature around me was powerful over the weekend.
It is said that the ocean is where we go to get in touch with our emotions. I was deeply in touch but happy to drive away from the Ocean and back to the Mountains.
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Breaking my Amazon Prime Addiction
The title of this article probably hit a cord with some of you reading this. Because Amazon Prime has made shopping extremely convenient and we don’t have to leave the comfort of our home. We can order anything from food to electronics and it normally arrives within two days.
When you are a busy, working individual, this is incredibly appealing. You also have the benefits of reviews, to see how other “purchasers” feel about their purchase. We have the option of choosing only the products that are available on Prime, and we can choose only 4-5 star reviewed products. It is like we have all these friends who are telling us, “yes I loved that gadget,” to “don’t waste your money.”
When I hit the road on my “Flying Solo” journey, I knew I would have to take a break from Amazon Prime, but did I ever give it a good final run before leaving. I bought just about everything I needed from my Coleman Cook stove to my Igloo fridge. I bought extra batteries, battery operated lanterns, solar chargers and special gadgets to make my trip, more comfortable. Some things worked out and others were in the category of “don’t waste your money.” In the end, it was more positive than negative, which is why I continued to remain addicted.
The Amazon delivery trucks visited my home in Arizona, almost daily. There was always something I needed. But as I was getting ready to go on my journey, I had to assess the difference between what I actually needed and what was just feeding my addiction. I actually had a bit of anxiety as I realized I didn’t have two days left to place any last-minute orders.
The “wake up” call came when my Quickbooks program revealed that I had over $6,000 dollars worth of Amazon purchases last year. Some people would say that was low. I purchased a new computer and various business necessities, but it was a reality check for me. I had to ask the question “how much of this do I actually need and how much is just filling a gap?”
As I pulled out on my “Flying Solo” journey, I actually had far more packed in my Van than I needed. I was ready to start throwing things out the window, or giving them away. Instead, I reorganized and made what I was actually using or wearing on a daily basis more easily accessible. The moral of that story….”next time pack lighter.” More space, less stuff, has become my new motto.
It takes approximately thirty days to break a habit, or form a new one. If this is truly the case, then thirty days into my trip, my habit was changed. This was a great benefit of the journey. I was no longer addicted to Amazon Prime, because I no longer had access to my drug. Sure, I could find a friend or family member where I could order while visiting and the merchandise would arrive during my visit. I did think of that. But I didn’t follow through. It seemed rather ridiculous. After the first thirty days, I could see just how ridiculous it was.
Lack of availability of one’s drug, makes it so much easier to break an addiction.
Okay, so now I am going to get really honest. I work with addictions! I know what it is to be so addicted to something or someone, our ability to function in the world is slim to none. I have had a severe eating disorder and also the same addiction to an ex-narcissistic partner that most people experience in this situation. My Amazon Prime addiction was nothing like that. Once I left my house, I didn’t really think about it, unless I felt I needed something, I normally ordered through Prime. So, it was really more a habit than an addiction. A habit becomes an addiction when our life becomes unbalanced and unmanageable as a result and we lose healthy functioning. This happens a lot with Computer/Internet/Cellphone addiction.
Another benefit of my Flying Solo journey is that I have spent far less time on the computer and Internet. It was so easy, in the evening, to just plug in and tune out the world as I watched youtube video’s and read interesting articles. When I don’t have electricity or Internet, which was frequent on this trip, the temptation is removed. As I said, lack of access to our addiction makes it much easier to stay away from it.
For me if Internet and electricity was truly an addiction, I would have had to plan my trip around locations where I had access. Sometimes this was important, such as on my work days. But I enjoyed being further out in nature where there was no signal. Where I am camping, while writing this article, I’m fourteen miles out of town, where there is no signal. I drive the 28 miles a day so that I can work. But I have gained a new appreciation for not always being “plugged in.” I appreciate the ability to “plug in” to nature and get fed from this powerful energy.
What will happen when I return home and have all the conveniences of Internet, electricity, a large clothing closet and Amazon Prime? It is my hope, I will have learned from this journey and incorporate a much more minimalistic lifestyle. I hope to take my van often to natural places and just kick back and write.
I’ve taken to writing in my journal because it is always available and doesn’t require anything but a creative mind and a functional pen. I have to go through the inconvenience of transposing later, but this is okay, because it gives me the opportunity to refine and edit my writing.
Learning to be more minimalistic and “unplugged” is probably the greatest gift of this journey so far. It is something I can take with me.
Learn to be happy with less.
It is so ironic that as I write this, I am listening to Matt Kahn, a favorite spiritual teacher of mine, and he is talking about how too many options actually creates unhappiness. Wow!
Yes, I am writing and listening at the same time. Multi-tasking. But so interesting how the same lessons come to us from all directions, when it is time to learn them.
I am an eager student of life and so very grateful for these lessons; the lessons that make my life richer, deeper and more spiritually connected. Some lessons are easier to learn and others much more difficult, but they all are valuable, nevertheless.
And so the journey continues…..
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Back on the Road Again
After two weeks visiting family and taking a break from van life, I am back on the road again. I made my way to the Oregon Coast and slowly moving along the coast enjoying amazing views out of the back of my van.
In between Depot Bay and Newport is a great place to see the humpback whales. I had a favorite spot to park my van during the day and for sunsets, where I saw several whales quite close to shore. This area had deeper waters close to shore and didn’t have a beach. I was unable to get a picture because the whales only surfaced very short periods of time and went right back under the water. So I borrowed a photo as a reminder of this amazing experience. I was able to identify where the whales were by the spouting.
This leg of the journey seems to be more about writing and reflection and less about hiking and activity. I’ve spent long hours curled up in the back of my van with my journal writing down my inner reflections and the wisdom of higher guidance.
The coast is quite cool, compared to other places I’ve been and the wind has been very strong. The cool temperatures inspire going into my Van Cave, to break the wind. I often have the doors open, depending on which direction the wind is blowing. I feel fortunate that my little condo on wheels has seen some amazing views.
My first night at the beach, I had another encounter with a young man, twenty something, I would guess. I went to a Thai Restaurant to get “take out” and this bright, happy young man greeted me with a big “HI” as I walked in the door. Just like the experience at Birch Bay, I was taken a bit by surprise and I asked him if he worked there. He said, “No, I just like the food.” I sat down next to him and we had a great talk about “living in vehicles,” and music. We were both musicians and were currently living in our vehicles. Within minutes we were talking like two old friends and passed the time as I ordered and waited for my food. Joshua shared his music with me and I shared a bit of mine with him. We said our goodbyes and parted ways. I enjoyed my Thai food at my favorite bluff, as I watched the glorious sunset. (If you are reading this Joshua, this is me saying hi and thank you for your kindness.)
There was a very beautiful, majestic cloud formation in the sky that night.
Sometimes along the road of life, we have the opportunity to experience the random kindness of strangers, who are really “friends in disguise.” It is as if “light recognizes light” and “love recognizes love.” Just this morning, prior to sitting down to write this post, a stranger bought my coffee. The coffee house preferred cash to credit and I didn’t have anything smaller than a hundred, which they couldn’t break. I went to grab my debit card and the man behind me in line paid for my coffee. Of course, this felt amazing and I had a smile on my face that seemed to be contagious as I became aware of others smiling at me. Smiles are so infectious. We need to use them more often.
Have you ever seen the video where someone on a commuter train started laughing. The laughter was contagious and all the solemn faces on the train just couldn’t contain their smiles. Everybody on the train was laughing within a short time and people were getting on the train to this overwhelming presence of happiness and laughter. They couldn’t help but to join in. People were getting off the train with big smiles on their faces.
We have such power to affect others positively with just a warm heart, a kind smile and a caring act. If each morning when we wake up we can ask the question “how can I grow in greater love today?” We will be guided and given opportunities to let our love light shine.
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Break From Van Life
After traveling in my van and sleeping exclusively in my van for over two months, I parked the van at my sister’s new house and spent a week in their guest room. It was nice to stretch out and spread out a bit. I enjoyed cooking in her new kitchen and spending time with my sisters family. We had a very relaxing time.
One of the highlights of my week in this area was the hike around Mount Rainier. My niece took me on a beautiful hike up at the base of Mount Rainier and we had a really great time. The above video shows some of the amazing scenery.
I also spent time with my two nephews and my youngest nephews two children. Such a beautiful, kind, and welcoming family.
After that I went to visit my aunt and uncle, just a couple hours from my sisters and then drove via Hwy 101 to Oregon. I stayed in my van one night and then went to my parents home near Portland for another week.
Although it is nice, and convenient to stay in a house, I am looking forward to getting back out on the road in my little sleeping pod on wheels.
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The Mount Baker Experience
As the weekend crowds poured into Birch Bay State Park, I drove up to the Mount Baker area to see if I could find a camp spot. I wasn’t worried because I could just pick up a permit at the Ranger’s station and park anywhere, but finding a camp spot where I can set up camp is much nicer. I drove into a campground a few miles out of the small mountain town of Glacier and found a great spot up on the higher level looking over the rest of the campground. I decided to stay a few days and set up my camp, including my Canopy, which is difficult for me to set up by myself.
That evening the camp host came along and told me that I had to be out of the spot tomorrow as it was reserved for the weekend. I was so bummed. I was all settled in for the weekend (It was a Thursday evening) and seriously bummed I had to not only move, but find out if I could even get another camp spot. The host said after she makes her rounds she would come back and tell me what would be opening up the next day. It took her quite a long time but she came back, as she said she would, and told me there were three sites that she knew of opening up and she gave me the numbers. She said that there was a nice one right on the river opening up but it was a first come, first serve site and she didn’t know when they were leaving.
The next morning, when I woke up, I made coffee and decided to take a walk to check out the three sites. The one on the river was already vacated at 8am, so I took my shawl out and threw it over the picnic table and put my coffee cup on it. I then ran back to my campsite and grabbed my camp chair and actual table cloth and took it to my new camp site.
Life upgraded me to a beautiful space right on the rushing river. It was inconvenient to have to move, yes, but well worth it.
My journey up to Mount Baker was beautiful. I hiked the Chain Lakes trail to the summit and hit the snow so decided to go back down the way I came rather than try to navigate all the snow banks ahead. The views from the summit were incredible and it was just as beautiful hiking back down the Mountain as going up. It was a tough, up hill hike, but well worth the journey.