Who knew living simply requires so much work.
Since launching into a full-time lifestyle two years ago, Kelly and I have done our best juggling the logistics of work travel and campsite planning. My job in particular has been difficult, often introducing stress into our lives – so much so that these days we no longer think beyond a four week period without first considering the intersecting of proximity to the nearest airport, campground reservations, and how much we stand to loose if plans change and we need to cancel a reservation.
Previously I never put any thought into such a thing and in 2016 I tried my best to standardize my time away from Kelly, Lilly, and the trailer to the first week of each month, but that cadence has often been interrupted, shifting forwards or backwards on many occasion. Most recently this reality impacted us more so then ever before.
Two months ago we thought we would be spending the back-half of January and all of February in southern Arizona. However, I found myself in the midst of a few work projects requiring that I embark on a bit of business travel, resulting in our travel route taking an unexpected detour. A reminder that mobile friendly jobs dictate our lives more than preferred.
Last night I arrived home (but not without first experiencing a two hour delay), concluding a whirlwind of business travel:
- 28 of 39 nights in a series of hotels
- 15 flights criss-crossing the country from San Francisco, Los Angeles, Colorado Springs, Dallas, Charlotte, & Washington DC
Now, I’m back in the Airstream for a while. Having been ‘based’ outside of San Francisco for the past six weeks, we’ll stay one more week … then finally hit the road towards southwest Utah.
Along the way, if all goes to plan, I’ll successfully avoid an airport and hotel room for the next four weeks.
Yesterday I flew from San Francisco to Los Angeles on business. About 50 minutes in duration, the trip is quick. Like many early morning flights, this route seem to be full of business travelers who, like myself, sit quietly tapping away on laptops before arriving to our final destination.
Often the views along this route are limited due to fog other marine layer cloud-cover reasons. However yesterday the clouds gave way and played nicely. Floating silently high above the horizon, the clouds gave way to expansive lines of sight.
I’ve flown this route many times and views like this are a rarity. Those of us who took a moment to look out the window, away from our laptop screens were rewarded.
On a whim, I decided to snap a picture. And then I did it again, and again, and again thereafter.
Work brought me to Washington DC this week and as I fly home today, I do so passing high above the flyover states. Throughout, I manage to stay productive – emailing and instant chatting with my coworkers courtesy of technical wizardry that is in-flight WiFi.
By most accounts just another workday, albeit this one high above the clouds.
When Kelly cuts her hair, she seeks the nearest Aveda salon, which once required that we divert our travel itinerary half a days drive away. Fortunately, Kelly only cuts her hair a few times a year, and also because we spend enough time in larger metro areas, the nearest salon is generally not too far away.
On the other hand, I cut my hair weekly so my approach is much simpler – step outside and buzz a clippers over my scalp. More, since I can cut outdoors, the clean-up could not be easier. The process consumes fifteen minutes start to finish.
I’ve tried to convince Kelly to follow my lead, but she’s not hearing any of that nonsense. And, in fairness, her hair is nicer than mine.