Things I don’t miss
Today was breezy and rainy but also chilly, and barely made it into the 60s. Which would've been okay if the humidity hadn't been so high. All this rain is making me wonder if it might trigger a Super-Bloom in the Arizona flowers this Spring. Or is it too late already? I don't know what the flowers will do, but I know I've been hanging around this area so long that I need to go back into town, get a few groceries, and fill up an empty propane tank.
Speaking of propane tanks, sometimes I miss the large eight-gallon tanks I have in the Arctic Fox. Regular propane tanks like the ones I have in the Lance hold 4.7 gallons. The bigger tanks in the Lance most of lasted a lot longer, so I didn't have to fill them up as often, but toting them around was no fun since they were darned heavy. And, of course, there's no place to put tanks that big in the Lance camper.
Another thing I miss about the Arctic Fox is the propane heater that I installed, so I didn't have to use the factory furnace. The propane heater I installed burned propane to produce heat, but it used no electricity, and any savings in electricity is a big deal to boondocker's. It’s a radiant heater that just sipped propane yet kept the entire 30-foot-long Arctic Fox warm.
So yes, I miss a few things about the Arctic Fox, but strangely enough, lots of interior space is not one of them. And neither is dragging that trailer everywhere I went while worrying about brakes, tires, wheel bearings, parking, weight, stuck on a dead-end road, driving slow on the Interstate, going up and down steep passes in the mountains, breaking down while pulling the trailer, getting in and out of mom-and-pop gas stations, modern gas stations aren't a problem but not every town has them. Last but not least, getting old and decrepit means that dealing with a trailer is not fun anymore, and it's not even a challenge to overcome; sometimes, it's just downright dangerous.
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A couple of my neighbors are in travel trailers.
When boondocking, I often see folks who appear to be camping in their car or SUV. And that’s okay; almost everyone gets down on their luck sometimes and has to get by the best way they can. This is public land, so everyone is welcome. No questions are asked, and no answers are given. And my personal feelings have always been, “There but for the grace of God go I.”
My view out the kitchen window.