Click the pics before they blow away... And yes it's windy enough to do it.
Because of my New Mexico camping sticker boondocking is free, but I paid the four dollars a night to have electricity so I can run my little electric heater to stay warm. My propane heater would keep me warm, but it might cost almost as much in propane, as the electric fee.
I was recently asked by someone who needs help understanding the nuances of long-term boondocking how I can stay comfortable living for long periods without hookups like normal RV'ers have. The answer came easy; I just told them I'm a glutton for punishment, and there's no misery that I shouldn't have to suffer or endure.
But the truth is, we're all different and have different feelings about different things. Some people are happy living in a mansion, and others are just as happy living out of a backpack. Although I'm pretty sure they're not quite as happy as the people that live in a mansion. And RV'ers are somewhere on the lower end of that scale. Status wise RVers are slightly above living under a bridge, and somewhat below living in a log cabin. And on the RV scale of bad to worse campers, a truck camper is one step above a Walmart tent. But nowhere near a real RV. But despite that, now that I'm starting to love the Lance, I refer to it as "No Income Housing."
No income housing. I like that, and it fits me perfectly. I live in a Lance, and I have no income. Since I loved traveling on my motorcycles, the Lance camper kind of reminds me of traveling like that. Motorcycles allowed me to go wherever I wanted, but I couldn't take much stuff with me. And a Lance will enable me to go anywhere I want, but just like traveling on motorcycles, I can't carry much stuff.
But that's okay. I didn't have much, nor did I need much when I was riding motorcycles, and I don't have much now, nor do I need much living in the Lance. A van or a truck camper forces you to simplify your life, and some might even say... till it hurts.
So at the moment I am sitting in the Lance listening to the wind howl outside and concentrating on becoming completely relaxed. Being completely relaxed comes easy for me because I have banished worry, stress, and tension from my life mostly by not doing the things that causes those problems. Which explains one of the reasons why I am now living in the Lance.
Living, and traveling in the Lance, instead of the Arctic Fox has relieved at least half of the stress in my already minimally stressed life, and has given me much less things to worry about. This has made my life so much simpler that it makes me giggle just thinking about it.
All the problems associated with dragging the trailer behind me on a windy day, or any day for that matter... GONE!
Any problems I had of getting the Arctic Fox parked in some tiny space.... GONE!
Any worries of the difficulties I would have backing the Arctic Fox up on a dead end road..... GONE!
The nagging concern of having thousands of pounds of aging trailer running gear rolling down the road at 60 miles an hour... GONE!
Getting the little bronco's top to go up and down, and getting it locked down so it wouldn't fly up when I'm driving down the interstate.... GONE!
Worry, stress, anxiety, dread, and other random concerns I had about traveling... GONE!
Because of that, and other things, I feel my winter travels of living in the Lance should be enlightening, interesting, and entertaining. I enjoyed living for one winter in the little bronco, except for my constant whining about the roof having to go up and down, and a few other minor peccadilloes, but now, in theory, I've got all the good things the little bronco had, with very few of the annoying things I had to deal with. So this winters travel season should be special, very special indeed.
Since there was a cold front going through, there was plenty of clouds around to make for a pretty sunset.
There's not much of a lake anymore at Storrie Lake state Park, I would guess it's less than half the size it should be. But that's the story of the West now days.
This picture I took last night of the campground, kind of reminded me of an old picture postcard from back in the day. You could mail it for a few cents to your relatives in an effort to make them jealous of where you were. And on the back it would say, "having a wonderful time, wish you were here".... They didn't really wish you were there, they probably didn't even like you, fact is they just sent you the picture postcard to make you feel bad because you were working and they were on vacation.... But I got the last laugh, because my life is a never ending vacation except better... I don't have to hurry to get to where I'm going, and I don't have to go back to work in two weeks.