I hate to admit as much, but I dread manually refilling the trailer with water. It’s an absolutely required aspect of the lifestyle I choose to live, but it sucks … the jerry cans I use have a short nozzle, the trailer’s external fill opening is tiny, and I’m a bit too tall to comfortably align the the jerry can with the Airstream’s intake opening.
By the way, the jugs weigh 50 lbs when full of water.
The other day I had an idea that maybe I could be working smarter, not harder. A few minutes later I assembled the water fill gravity tower pictured above.
While it seemed like a promising concept at the time, product testing continues.
I’m guessing that somewhere in this big world, there is a behavioral scientist studying the breakfast habits of married couples. If so, Kelly and I would mostly likely make for a boring case study. Everyday we have the same thing – Kelly eats yogurt sprinkled with granola, and I brew a cup of pretentious artisan coffee, followed by a bowl of cereal consisting of wheat flakes mixed with fruit & nut granola.
Today however, our routine of sameness was thrown off its tracks – we passed on all the usuals (well, I did have have coffee of course). Instead of eating our mainstay, we ordered off menu … opting for fresh baked cinnamon rolls prepped by a local Flagstaff bakery.
The rolls were delicious, and my Monday morning is off to a good start, but I gotta be honest … I kind of missed my granola.
Kelly and I left the Bay Area six weeks ago, but due to various family and work commitments, it wasn’t until last week that we really began our lives on the road. Escaping southern Arizona, we retreated into the elevation and cooler temperatures to the north.
For years I have heard good things about the town of Flagstaff and was excited to visit, and especially happy to be joining our pals Brian & Leigh for 10 days of dispersed camping at Walnut Canyon, located in the Coconino National Forest. Much of the forest is at high altitude (averaging 7,000 feet) and is home to the largest contiguous ponderosa pine forest in North America. Even better, our campsite was only about 15 minutes from super cool downtown Flagstaff – everything about this set-up was perfect.
Last night (Wednesday) I left the cozy campground in Flagstaff to return to San Francisco for a few days of face-time in the office. Now here I sit typing, reflecting on a great 10 days – mainly, that despite long work days, Kelly and I managed to pack a lot into our visit …
- met a number of (new to us) fellow full-timers (Horton’s Travels, 2Wanderaway, Finding Marshall, & Jen)
- wandered through a national monument site
- got lost amongst the various forest service roads
- helped Brian & Leigh complete much need repairs to their Airstream
- explored Flagstaff while eating good food, enjoying locally brewed beers, and sipping delicious espresso
I think this life on the road will be just fine.