Overlanding

When I told my friend Webb Chiles that Layne and I were planning to start our retirement in three years in a camper van, he said thoughtfully " I could live easily in something like that." He is the man who has sailed around the world in a boat almost the size of a conversion van so when he looked at the plans and said he could live like that I believed him. Our modest van will have amenity such as he will never have in Gannet, his world girdling Moore 24 which is three feet longer than our mere 21 foot Promaster van.

Webb gets it and when I see him in Chicago this weekend I am sure we will have a laugh together at how much amenity my Promaster 3500 will be lugging around the world for us compared to his tiny little boat. But for other people of my acquaintance the idea of cramming two lives into a small space has the air of deprivation that they could not stand. My wife and I have talked about it and she is totally enthusiastic, just as she was when we lived and traveled on a sailboat  together twenty years ago. She's ready to go again. But we both agreed a van would work better this time as we want to see more of the land cultures and I don't want to worry about my dog as we travel. Taking a dog on a sailboat journey requires massive amounts of time and effort to exercise the poor creature on the land and give it the chance to stretch its legs and mind. A van require simply opening the door...to get "ashore." Much easier!

So when I published the picture above I started to get all sorts of messages referring to Van Life, the faddish lifestyle hashtag now populating social media. I have to say I am puzzled, especially as the tone of the articles is always negative, on the order of "You Don't Know What You Are Getting Into." Which I suppose could be fair enough if you didn't know my history but anyone who knows me knows I am used to traveling by the seat of my pants. I have motorcycled in many strange places around the world and after I got married my other preferred means of locomotion, a sailboat seemed the best compromise to seek adventure together.

Van life as conceived by social media is something completely different from the journey we have envisioned. As in this article, somewhat tongue in cheek from Overland Outbound:

"Go ahead and do a search for the #vanlife hashtag on Instagram. I’ll wait. There you will be regaled with photos of beautiful people in front of their beautiful converted vans. Waterfalls flowing in the background, their perfectly tanned bikini bodies glistening in an eternally-glowing golden-hour. The text below the photo contains some inspirational pontification about living your life to the fullest, while the sly smiles on their faces hint that they might just have found the fountain of youth and secret to eternal happiness."

Let me put it this way: if anything about the above paragraph puts you in mind of myself and my wife perhaps you are not where you think you ought to be on your Internet search. While I appreciate the awful warnings the firmly settled people are sending to me I am looking forward very much to returning to being a nomad. By my traveling standards the van we are having built for us by Custom Coach Creations in Deland, Florida is going to be a very comfortable home on wheels. It will be 6 feet wide and twelve feet long with ample headroom but there is nothing about it that speaks to me of deprivation. Not my build but we will be getting something like this next year:

There is the predictable backlash against what was a trending phenomenon and now the press is hounding the Van Life thing as undesirable. If you, young person think you can avoid your responsibilities to get into debt and settle down think again. Van Life Sucks. It requires you to manage your own life or as we see here in the case of one poorly prepared Van Lifer:

 “We started to see people post things about safety, and that you need to have mace or a gun, and if you have a gun you can’t carry [it] across state lines,” she said. “That started to really spook me, especially traveling with a young girl, our little daughter.”

Even if an emergency situation were unlikely, it still “spooked” her, Lisa said.

Then she started thinking about the time of year. “I like to be comfortable,” she said. “If we’re going to stay in this van, how am I going to sleep when it’s June? I don’t care if we’re in Lancaster — no matter where you are, it’s hot.”

Suddenly, she found herself looking into the cost of campgrounds. With electricity and water hookups, some of them were almost as costly as hotels, creeping up to $50 or $60 a night, she said. Plus, they’d have to pay for gas to put into Van Halen along the way.

“When I added all those costs up, it was cheaper to fly,” Lisa said.

I guess I find myself taken aback by anyone who would imagine that I follow fashions or fads. I haven't yet and I don't propose to start now that I am 61. I guess the best I can tell you is that for a while, and I don't know how long that may be, my stories and photos will be from somewhere else unfettered by the need to be diplomatic or to protect my job status, and when we do return to Key West I see us choosing to live out our years on a boat. My dream would be to have a low cost simple (always simple!) retirement home afloat, a single engine trawler, with which we could cruise the Bahamas, go swimming and live on the margins of society with our world girdling van in the parking lot to use for trips on land. But the joy of my life is not knowing for sure what comes next.  This was our Gemini catamaran anchored in Pebble Beach Cove California at the start of our two year trip to Key West, Florida, 6,000 miles away.

My wife and I have spent the past two decades conforming, working, saving our pensions and planning to retire self sufficient and with dignity, but neither of us has forgotten our youth, so travels with adventure and uncertainty beckon. It may be that we have to change our plans, that van life does suck even as envisioned by us but what we want to achieve, in any form, are a  few mind altering experiences before our inevitable deaths. The point is as Webb Chiles has said more than once, for the artist to go to the edge of human experience and send back reports. You don't have to leave your armchair to go along for the ride. But for those of us that crave the journey, 20 years of being settled and sensible is enough. I'll write the reports, right here.

One friend of mine said to me that at least we have Rusty, as he will protect us from all the evildoers we will meet along the way. I rather expect to meet interesting kind and thoughtful people along the way. I'll leave the evildoers where they are now, in the streets and neighborhoods of the big cities where cruelty and alienation allow them to rule the roost. I have sunsets to see and hikes to hike in the back of beyond from my cramped unsanitary home on wheels.

For a  taste of what I mean look at this article based on buying a large RV and trying to live in it as though it were a fixed in place home. None of this article makes much sense to me but I have lived on the road and I have lived in a  home fixed in place so the disadvantages of both are readily apparent. Still for a one sided view check out this perspective from someone who has never lived on the road and is writing about financial issues not living life issues:
Yahoo Finance And RVs

Locomotion

The  City of Key West is planning on restricting electric bicycles and banning electric scooters from sidewalks and I wonder  about all this emphasis on keeping people in cars. 

There is a moral element to the act of riding a bicycle that crops up in conversations all the time. I am pretty much alone in my belief that anything that can help reduce the number of cars on the streets eases traffic congestion. It would seem to be a simple enough proposition and the addition of modern electric motors and relatively effective batteries would encourage someone like me to think things will be even better.

But they are not. There is an upwelling of disapproval, dare I say puritanical rejection of electric motors because they make riding a  bicycle too easy. I know people to whom the concept of exercise is alien as the concept of cooking their own pets, yet when you bring up the subject of electric bikes they get a glint in their eyes and reject them with a severe sniff and a filthy look at you pointing out they want the bicycle for the exercise. 

I suppose one has to blame those professionals who keep telling us a little exercise is better than none and riding a bike or walking a dog is good enough to do some good. Personally I've been walking dogs for years and as much as I enjoy it and as little as I enjoy the gym by comparison, the results only come with the hard work of sweating in a  controlled environment.

Going for a stroll gets a big thumbs up from me and riding a bike is fine but if it's exercise you're after you need to build your muscles. I read once that muscles are like motors, the bigger they are the more energy they burn so if you have small muscles you can ride a bike till Kingdom Come and the number of calries your burn will be minimal. And those of us that like calories need to pay attention. 

From my perspective electric motors on bicycles will get people out of cars and onto two wheels and clear the streets of some traffic. These aren't  going to be necessarily exercise fanatics but they may be people intimidated by the thought of pedaling wildly and an electric motor may be just the ticket.

But now we have the usual backlash against a novel idea especially as  electric bikes are taking off. The ones most in the cross hairs are electric scooters which have no pedals. It's funny that I bought a cheap model from Costco to avoid the traffic jams next year when the bridge into Key West is going to be partially closed but it's not a machine I particularly aim to ride much beyond that. I live 23 miles from work so an internal combustion scooter such as I already ride is the ticket for me most of the time. However the problem with the modern electric scooter is that the state is woefully behind the  curve on designating licensing requirements for electric two wheelers. They can't be registered as motorbikes as they lack vehicle identification numbers but if they don't have pedals they aren't bicycles. So what are they? Eventually Tallahassee will come up with an answer. Maybe. 

In the meantime the morality brigades argue the purpose of a bicycle that has always been human powered and now may not be. Happily there is always a reason to get upset and even though street electric bikes are governed to  not exceed 28 miles per hour there are the angry commentators who act as though cars are the only solution. Around town I prefer to walk, with Rusty of course and my camera but for many city residents a bicycle is their means of transport and for many others the electric motor has proved irresistible. Yet they are viewed with condescension at best.

Parking is always problematic in the eight months of the year the city is crowded but scrabbling over parking spaces is apparently preferable to encouraging transport innovation. We humans are bizarre.

From 2014

The Others Of 9/11

The carnage of the bombing thirteen years ago is usually listed as a domestic honor roll yet the hurt inflicted was far more widespread than that. And I don't think this list is complete or comprehensive, as everything about that day seems fuzzy and incomplete; even who died and where they were from can be counted different ways it seems. In the world's oldest republic the citizens of San Marino today mourn Stefano Giorgetti, his country not represented here at all.

Excluding the 19 perpetrators, 373 foreign nationals representing more than 12% of the total number of deaths in the attacks, the majority being British, Dominican, Indian, and South Korean. Without accounting for some cases of dual citizenship, here is a list of their nationalities:

Foreign casualties of the September 11 attacks

Country	Deaths
Argentina	4
Australia	11
Bangladesh	6
Belarus	1
Belgium	1
Bermuda	2
Brazil	3
Canada	24
Chile	1
China	2
Colombia	18
D.R. Congo	2
Dominican Republic	47
Ecuador	13
El Salvador	2
Ethiopia	3
F.R. Yugoslavia	2
France	4
Germany	11
Ghana	2
Guyana	3
Haiti	2
Hong Kong	2
Honduras	1
India	41
Indonesia	1
Ireland	6
Israel	5
Italy	10
Ivory Coast	1
Jamaica	16
Japan	24
Jordan	2
Kenya	1
Lebanon	4
Lithuania	1
Malaysia	3
Mexico	15
Moldova	1
Netherlands	1
New Zealand	2
Nigeria	1
Pakistan	8
Paraguay	2
Peru	5
Philippines	16
Poland	6
Portugal	5
Romania	4
Russia	1
South Africa	2
South Korea	28
Spain	1
Sweden	2
Switzerland	2
Taiwan	1
Trinidad and Tobago	14
Ukraine	1
United Kingdom	67
Uzbekistan	1
Venezuela	1

And as far away as Key West may appear it's  not as though it has fallen off the face of the Earth as the Fire Department here has it's own piece of the Twin Towers.

It's right in front of the main fire station on North Roosevelt Boulevard. Lest we forget.