Showering With Truckers

We set ourselves some goals for our most recent week long road trip and one was to buy a shower in a  truck stop. We did our due diligence and watched YouTube videos and read up online about the experience and decided we two fresh not so young middle class recreational drivers could muscle in on the public showers offered at truck stops, so we did.  Like any new experience you feel rather stupid for not knowing the ropes but the clerk was kindness itself as she took our public shower virginity.

It seems all truck stop showers work the same way, more or less. Designed for road travelers and not reserved exclusively for commercial drivers you are welcome to park your car and walk in with some money and get in line. I wish I had known this decades ago as driving while feeling scruffy really diminishes the pleasure. We decided to go in the middle of the day, at 11:30 am as you can see below, to avoid waiting. My wife had read that you can shower together so we paid $14 for both of us which made the shower seem almost free. She has yet to start investigating the truck stop apps that accumulate points and loyalty rewards and so forth...you can imagine!

The cubicle has a toilet (porta potty users please note if you want private dumping) and per the reviews on Google maps, the facility was spotless. We carry extra wash bags in the van (an idea from YouTube my wife says) so if we stay in a friend's place or a hotel we can carry our wash stuff with us easily without disturbing our wash things in daily use, stored in the van's shower compartment.

Expect the shower cost to include towels and soap and shampoo so even if you are on a  car trip and not organized you can walk in and take a shower with no fuss. It is pretty amazing and well worth $10-$25 for a single driver especially if you saved time and money by snoozing in your car. No time limits here and very hot water. Obviously details and prices will vary but you get the idea.

I grew up in English boarding schools so communal showering was part of my childhood. And I know modern Americans tend to be  so germ-phobic the idea of this kind of showering is a freak show so I'm not here to change anyone's mind. For us we decided having the heat humidity and plumbing for rent away from the van on a  cold autumnal day is ideal. Lots of people think they want to shower in their vans and some road warriors do just that. We decided to reserve the ability to do that with a separate shower stall but with no plumbing we have to use our solar shower in the space which has a porta potty and a floor drain but no built in shower, no water heater and thus no plumbing to break. On pleasant days off the beaten track we hang a sheet across the open back doors and create our own shower stall with the same solar shower warmed with a couple of kettles of hot water. We learned the value of simple showers while traveling by sailboat. In the tropics lay the solar shower in the sun and it will quickly get scalding hot.

The pursuit of simplicity is why I wanted a porta potty. When you have a plumbed toilet you have to dump it at a proper dumps site in a campground or park and naturally pay for the privilege. I spotted a roadside sign to this free dump site courtesy of the State of Wisconsin last summer and it was the work of a moment to dump our five gallon tank. However the porta potty is versatile in that it can be dumped anywhere and I carry the tank in a  discreet shopping bag into vault toilets at trailheads or rest areas or wherever necessary. The downside is you have to be able to handle the job and for some reason it has never bothered me so pouring out and cleaning up is no problem. We use a separate trash can for toilet paper (a hold over from our boating days to avoid clogs) and I make absolutely double certain the toilet is as clean as I found it, if not cleaner after I dump. I am not a fan of foul toilets as much as I don't mind pouring out my own. And if the government says don't drink the water better you don't defy this particular government imposition!

My goal traveling by van is to have a minimal footprint ecologically and socially and I'd rather not make myself obvious by being an asshole to put it simply.  Walmart used to allow overnight parking until the imbeciles took advantage and instead of parking they camped and dumped trash and so forth and now free overnight parking at Walmart is becoming a rarity. I'm not excited by the idea of free parking in a  parking lot at a business so its no skin off my nose but my wife and I are not necessarily drawn to parking in company anyway. We arrive late, park, sleep and leave before anyone notices us or more to the point gets annoyed by us. It's easy to stop later and carry out the life functions in a place designed for them, a gas station or a park to give Rusty his morning walk after the world has come awake and stepping out of a vehicle is a normal activity.

I understand these considerations are a little weird in a  world regulated for the benefit of commerce and commuting and daily habits formed over the decades by people used to living in a  fixed abode. I mention them here for those curious but also as a warning for people who think living a mobile life is a trend worth jumping on. Layne and I are old and we have been travelers together and independently all our lives. If you meet her ask how she and a friend spent a night on a Norwegian freighter docked in Barcelona when she was young and impressionable and wandering Europe on her youthful own. Call her naïve or fearless but she has no concerns about boondocking or parking alone on the streets. However my word of caution is to burn no bridges if the idea of Instagram van life has a certain appeal. We allowed ourselves two years to get used to it and discover if we really wanted to go back to boat living instead. To have moved out of a house into a  van just like that would have imposed intolerable stress on us. Even now we look back at our first extended trip to Michigan and see many ways we could have done that better. Next time...we say to ourselves with our eyes on a Maine trip next (vaccinated?!) summer.

We left the shower feeling suitably refreshed, and I took a quick picture of the car collection that was inevitably mentioned in reviews of the shower stop. Truck stop showers, solar shower inside or outside the van, and body wipes in between. Good enough for you? Probably not and no blame there. Well, now you know and be glad when you flush the toilet it all just goes away to the great big porta potty in the sky. Happy New Year!

The reward is the open road.

Mask Curfew

Curfew: what a  pain it is. One could argue it's a necessary pain, or as some have tried to say it is an unnecessary pain. With a quick antagonistic lawsuit under their belts city leaders got the backing of a federal judge for the plan to shut the city down this weekend at ten pm. The claim was that a curfew between ten in the evening and six in the morning was unconstitutional, which the judge said it wasn't. 

Three thousand Americans are dying every day and hospitals are filling up and the vaccine is being rolled out at a snail's pace and here we are. Key West is vacationland and has been for a hundred years and the small matter of a highly politicized virus isn't going to change the desires and habits of people tired of discipline and isolation. Canadians can't show up as the border remains closed, cruise ships are not running yet so airplanes and cars are the ticket to tropical fun in the sun. Enough people have showed up that hotels have 75 percent occupancy.  One has to wonder what the percentage of social distancing mask wearing hand washing dreariness that is being maintained. Not much I dare say, as one doesn’t want to spoil one’s vacation. 

It's funny because in every war more people die of non combat related causes, starvation creates weakened immune systems, which in turn leave populations susceptible to disease. But we remember the frontline faces torn apart by the weapons of war. Even now the suffering of medical staff are not really front and center of the public consciousness in the endless mask debates. I look back at my time in the hospital and wonder how ghastly it would be to go through all that with Covid on top of all the other issues I dealt with in my hospital bed.

Against all that the city of Key West wants to shut down every night this weekend at ten o'clock and the reaction has been predictably mixed, which leads me to wonder what the point is. Perhaps it's time to let those of us who want to keep trying to avoid infection to do so and those who want to take a chance on being the rare human that doesn't mind the warnings, to do what they want. 

It seems so bleak to even think about just giving up yet after nine months of distancing I am not of a mind to give up, even if my turn at the vaccine is six or more months away. This misery has been going on long enough for most people to understand what's at stake. Hospitals are full and still people aren't jumping on the mask bandwagon. What more can we say?

Early on in the pandemic when the Keys were locked down I recall someone saying the stillness was like the period of waiting for a hurricane to land, in this case a hurricane that seemed never ready to actually arrive. Walking around late at night with only Rusty for company there are similar feelings swirling through my head. 

So much effort, so much energy to ask people to do what seems obvious seems like energy wasted to me. If, like a naughty child you keep reaching to remove the mask when the authority figure's back is turned, I am of the mind to say go ahead and live with the consequences, but I am not a parent, nor a community leader, nor an overwhelmed ICU nurse, so  I wash my hands, wear my mask and keep on keeping on. 

One more time I'm glad I'm not a cop on patrol asking people to be sensible, and being yelled at for my trouble. But that's where they will be while I am at home girding my loins for another round of taking calls and staying well clear of the crowds of people afraid  of the silence of being alone.  

Old Town Light

Winter sunlight in Key West has a quality that is decidedly different to summer light. It shouldn't be surprising because the sun clearly moves lower in the sky changing the angle, even though around here at 24 degrees North the change in the amount of sunlight is minimal. Compared to the top and bottom of the planet where sunlight actually comes and goes around here sunset varies by an hour or so. The shift to daylight saving time moves sunsets back by a lot in comparison and in summer it can still be light at 8:30 in the evening.

Last week we passed the shortest day while I was off the grid on vacation but I noticed the solstice and I was glad of it as I prefer longer evenings. I get off work at six and I don't arrive home on Cudjoe Key till half an hour later and this time of year it's already dusk as I leave the police station. One reason living and working in Key West is so pleasant is the absence of harsh weather in winter, no ice scrapers heavy jackets or tire chains needed so winter is just a milder form of summer. Short days are the strongest reminder of the season. That and not sweating all the time which gets to be pleasant as summer drags on.

I like the crisp winter light when I can get out in it on my days off or my lunch breaks and now I'm looking forward to longer days as the seasons change. One other thing about winter in Key West is things stay colorful and here is a painted car to prove the point:

When I go away from the Keys I am reminded how fortunate I am to live in a town with a large and vibrant Old Town, and it is a lived in space, not perfect and  yet not crumbling either. There are always things to see, be they as simple as a wooden fence in afternoon sunlight...

...or overhead foliage that I have, over the decades, learned to look up and notice as I walk.

I didn't see homes like this on every street corner on mainland Florida.

Or alleys like Curry Lane. We may be headed back to summer and hurricane season and all that, my last living and working in Key West but I plan to keep documenting the light as we go.

Little Hamaca Pictures

I went for a walk in Little Hamaca Park and took some pictures. Rusty is absent because, much to his dismay he cannot come to work with me (normally). In his absence I air out the camera and relax from work for a few precious minutes.  

It was an opportunity to wander around and look at the way the sunlight falls on the rock and casts shadows. Simple stuff but relaxing. 

No one around except one guy lurking near the entrance to the trail staring at his phone. I walked around and breathed in the cool winter air.

I really like the way this camera. a Panasonic LX100 second version, renders shades and colors.

I leaned over the railings and admired my outline in the muddy water below.

I have written at length about gambusia trenches used to raise fish of that name to eat mosquito larvae, and here is one in the park itself. Cool no?

Shadows and light and I enjoyed my forty minutes of wandering. I hope you lied the result enough to think that perhaps you might want to visit this lovely little spot. On second thoughts don't bother,  as I'd like to keep it to myself. As you can tell there's nothing to see here...move along...

Blue Heron Watching

Walking in the mangroves I saw a cluster of blue herons including these four characters looking for trouble.  The nest builder looked like the odd-heron-out ringleader to me.

Winter brings a bunch more birds to places that a few weeks ago were sweltering hot and humid. And largely devoid of birds.

Winter in the Keys doesn't mean plants stop sprouting, not at all. This is frost free country around here.

Can you see the tiny strand of cobweb that caught the evening sunshine? I was attracted by the texture of the bark and I stayed for that little line of light.

Buttonwood blemishes, white and distinct. I could spend all day wandering through the wild shrubbery making still life pictures of stuff like this.

Half a dog.

A whole dog.

A seagrape leaf.

The sanctity of nature:

Juvenile delinquent with a mohawk. Possibly.