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It’s a food cozy ! Since I can’t waste fuel simmering and boiling noodles and such, I use a food cozy to continue cooking my food. Take a look at this little video and it’ll explain a few things.
Options. I hate them. Maybe that’s why living in a small town works so well for me. I may not get the best deal on something I need, but I also don’t have to deal with more options. Picking a pack is proving difficult. Lightweight is a given. Prices vary, along with style. Color, Design, Belt Options, Pocket Options, Options, Options, Options. Until I’m out on the trail for a month, I’m not going to know exactly what’s going to be most practical. So I figure I’ll start with more, and eventually end up with less. The more there is to fiddle with, the more distractions I have.
Although starting with less, leaves the best option for my personality – make minimal work.
Last year, due to the fact that my first pack looked as though it would bust at the seams with all of my toys and useless crap I was packing along with me, I upgraded to a 65 Liter pack that weighs a ton. It has more straps, buckles, bells and whistles than most any pack I’ve seen. Empty, it weighs an incredible 6lbs 9 oz. – That’s crazy weight. It’s time to retire that sucker, because after the PCT, I’ll never want to carry a pack that heavy. I really should let go of the emotional attachment to it, and sell it. $259.95 – OUCH !!!
So right now, these are the options I’m considering.
A) Make my own. Doing it the ‘Ray Way’ and purchase the materials and DVD to make my own. I’m not so fond of this option, although it’s by far the cheapest. I can make my pack for $100. The cost savings may not seem so great if my stitching unravels and the straps all fall apart in the middle of the desert, or high in the snowy Sierras, and 4 days from a resupply town.
B) The 30 oz. (with stays) / $195 (with pocketed belt) / 67 Liter – Six Moon Design’s Starlite.
C) 2lb. 8oz. / $219 / 58 Liter – Osprey Exos
Option B is likely the best choice. Option C, I tried on a smaller size and was shocked at how light weight it was, and it has the arched support, which pushes the pack slightly away from the back, allowing air flow. Keep in mind. I’ll be wearing a dress. Although modifications will be made, the gowns will still be slightly restrictive. The airflow through the back seems like a bonus.
I should be looking at smaller packs, but at points along the trail I’ll need to carry a bear canister, and if I need to take a gown off, due to perilous situations, I’ll need extra space in the pack to carry it.
This really is strange… who picks a pack based on their attire ?? I guess I do.
Saying I’m moving, and packing up my stuff, essentially quitting my job (even if it is just a leave of absence, there’s always the possibility that my position as Paint Lead could be filled by the time I return, by someone better than me… ), is easier said than done. I’ve done well at not thinking of the downside to all of this.
I had to clean up the cabin before I headed out to work today, because a couple was coming to look at it. This involves hiding a whole lot of wedding gowns. I’m so tired of packing them up, then hanging them back up. Each time i take off on a road trip, i take a selected few. Before I get them hung back up, I pick out different ones, and for whatever reason, there are always some laying on the floor. I’m not one for organization – and on spur of the moment photo ops, I make a mess of things around the cabin. But back to the point – Someone else will be moving into my comfort zone, as I pack up and move out…. This sucks. I love it here. So, today, I took a break from focusing on the $1700 I’ll save for the hike, by putting my rent in the bank, and working for my rent while living in a barn. Goodbye happy place.
Trying to put this out of my mind as I arrived at work, my boss mentioned that he had a few applicants that could work to fill the position of painter, as I’m gone. I applaud the company I work for, for going out of their way to work around the reality that I may return, or I may not when this is over. I plan to, but this could all be a life changing event for me, that draws me away from the area, or interest in this blue-collar existence that I’ve been living for nearly 5 years. I intend to return. I love my job. But the knowledge of the future is not ours to know. This is all rather frightening.
I’m sacrificing my comfort and stability, to put myself through hell, all because I came up with an idea so crazy, I felt I had to go for it. I’m proud of myself, although there’s surely some questioning my sanity. The trials and tribulations of turning my life in this strange new direction has taught me a lot about myself, and I”m not sure I’m happy with all that I’ve learned. At least I’m aware though, and I’ll have 6 long months to ponder and challenge myself to correct that which I don’t much care for….
Goin’ Country? Ok, so I kind of already am doin’ the country thing but, I’m takin’ it to a new level… Meet my new suite mates – A horse, and three little goats. That’s right, I’m movin’ into a barn.
One of the first realities of deciding to hike for 6 months was that I would have to give up my job and my insurance. With thoughts of moving to Portland to be closer to the Art scene I had already sparked these thoughts, but moving out of my little cabin, I knew was going to be difficult. A relatively quiet, slightly secluded 3 room piece of heaven and privacy that is difficult to find on the rather over crowded Diamond Lake. Moving in here was a delight a year and a half ago, after a few years of living on the hwy, nosey neighbors, and hauling laundry to the ‘mat. My neighbors have become close friends and have actively participated in some of the nuttier early stages of hiking26. I’ve watched the infant Kaylea grow from a baby girl too shy to be near me, to a talkin’ walkin’ two year old who loves my mustache and is smart enough to realize that i’m tall and can reach things for her. So aside from missing my friends while on the hike, I’d be missing out on 6 months of her fast growing little life. I wonder if she’ll notice I’m even gone, and will she recognize me when I return? I suppose time will tell… The point is, I love it here.
Take a moment and flashback to April when I needed a Wedding gown died Red for a fund raiser, which was aprox the time I started promoting hiking26 … The only way to dye polyester is to boil it on a stove… funny thing – I didn’t have a pot large enough to boil a wedding gown in… so with the help of my neighbors that I pay rent money too (landlord is so darn formal), we boiled it big-time – backwoods style.
But… there just isn’t enough money in the bank yet, for me pto feel comfortable that the hike will happen. So I’m going to take the only step I have available, packing up my belongings, putting them in storage six months earlier than anticipated, and moving to a farm. My friend Renee, known for her organic gardening, especially her garlic, has offered me a room in her barn in exchange for a helping hand around the property. It’s her contribution to the Project, and she’s helping out a friend in need, as she wants me to succeed as much as
anyone else. I’m sure when i say ‘barn’ it conjures up all sorts of odd, grungy images, but in fact, I won’t be the first to live out there, it’s a rather nice room. The great downfall – Kitchen and bathroom facilities are across the yard in the house, so it will in fact be, just a room, over the hay bales, adjacent to the horse, and every day when i come home from work, I’ll be greeted at the bottom of the steps by Cloud, Pickle and Jerry. This surely will keep my focus on everything important, as it will essentially be a work room that I sleep in, with little to distract me. I have re-supply boxes to pack, label and prepare for shipping, Wedding gowns to alter, Some of my gear I may have to make to save money and weight. So there’s a great deal of work to do while I’m snowed in for the winter, and the last few months count down to the beginning of this epic journey.