July 2017

29 August 2017

July was a big month. It began with a summit of Nevada’s highest point and ended with the purchase of a Wrangler. In retrospect, the order of those activities would be better in reverse.

 

After the adventure in Nevada, I began the arduous task of selling the bulk of my possessions. The rusty old Chevy was blowing fuses left and right and would go for nothing but scrap in California due to smog regulations. Old Faithful was nothing but, so I owed her a return to the elephant graveyard in Michigan. My role on the rotational program was coming to a close, and the logistics of my next role were still in flux. Rather than depend on a third party, I went for a self-move. Not wishing to burden the truck, I sold every large item on Craigslist–even my trashcan (a really nice model by simplehuman that I would later purchase for my new home). I sold my sofa. I sold my dresser. I sold my table, chairs, vacuum, and bike. My homemade desk, my homemade chest, my unicycles. Even my beloved elephant foot palm–a lovely plant I had fostered for five years and carried with me across the country. I dumped the excess Ugly Sapling books at a used bookstore in Dublin (which caused a regional spike in website visits, according to Google Analytics). Anything that didn’t come with me–outdoor gear, clothes, and personal items–I brought to various Goodwills and Salvation Army’s. It was surprisingly difficult to donate quality items, I discovered, in such an affluent region of great excess. But where there’s a will…

 

With my possessions unpossessed and job responsibilities transferred, I began the cross-country trek. Through the crowds of California to the deserts of Nevada, the salt-flats of Utah to the hills of Wyoming, the fields of Kansas to the forests of Missouri…it was long. The truck didn’t have air-conditioning. I had plenty of time to think for those five days. En route, I stayed at a few Motel 6’s to escape the heat and shower. They were a good price and advertised the four things I wanted: a bed, a pool, Wi-Fi, and air-conditioning. The air-conditioning was more of a fan to cycle the warm air. The Wi-Fi didn’t work. The pools were either closed or drained. The bed…well…let’s just say I’ve seen cleaner sheets and believe bugs belong in gardens. My learning: Add 2 and you’ll be alright. Super 8’s were heaven in comparison.

 

One night, I was fortunate enough to find my favorite rest area. The same one I had stayed at with my dad in the same truck over decade ago. It was a scenic spot in Pine Bluffs, Wyoming. I made a nest in the bed and slept under the stars. It was my best rest area experience to date. I also managed to bag a few more highpoints–Nebraska, Kansas, and Missouri. All drive-ups, but well-spaced milestones to keep me sane. Twenty-eight down.

 

To the end the month, I returned to Michigan. I saw my family and readjusted to Eastern Time. I sold the truck and bought a jeep.

 

 

One ring ends and the next begins.