to simplify 2.0    notes from a life on the open road

Monday, August 15, 2016

First Week

Modern society does precious little to prepare one for the slow rhythm of a mostly aimless meander, and so even for the seasoned nomad, the first week back at it is always a bit of an adjustment. 

Forced to bob and weave in search of the northeast's few respites from the summer heat and humidity only adds to the challenge, but it looks like the worst is behind me now.

A few days of lake hopping in the Adirondacks, and I'm now neck-deep in making my way east to the coast of Maine, where I intend to hang a left and keep going until I can finally wear clothes again in comfort. 

Battling a steady influx of little black dots along the way, seeking out the east coast's version of boondocking wherever it exists, sampling the craft brew scene, and of course, cheering on the Sox amidst a heated pennant race. A simple life, but I still like it.

Tuesday, August 9, 2016


Yesterday morning, it was time, so I fired up the spaceship and set a course for the nearest point of relief from this sweltering northeast summer heat – the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York.

I've got a couple of vague destinations in mind, but for the most part, the next couple of months should be pretty carefree. Wherever the road takes me, and all that. No schedules, no plans, just being here now, and going with the flow. It's good to be back at it finally.

Oh, and it's official – seven years of portable living are now in the can as of a few days ago. What better way to celebrate than by popping open a Shiner beside a remote mountain lake, and quietly wondering what treasures the road ahead may hold in store?

Friday, August 5, 2016


Van-based morning eggs are officially back on the menu.

After a month or so of air-conditioned luxury in Mom's condo, my imminent departure coupled with cooler temperatures led me to move back into my own "condo" a few days ago. You'd think that going from 2000 square feet down to around 50 would require significant adjustment, but I settled right in, that familiar "it's good to be home" feeling unmistakably present.

There's just something about having everything you own within arm's reach, and I increasingly wonder if I'll ever want it any other way.

Now I just need to get those round rubber things turning to complete the picture. First things first though. I took apart the front brake calipers earlier this week, cleaned them up, installed new rubber seals, and also replaced the brake pads while I was in there. There are a few other very minor things I want to do to the spaceship this weekend, and then it'll be time to go.

People always ask, "What day? What time?"

I just shrug and tell them that I won't know until I know.

And that's when I'll roll.