Losing Consciousness


One aspect of traveling full-time few of those who do it will relate is how strenuous the entire lifestyle can be.

For us, I think there’s a layer to it all that people with fancier RVs or newer Airstreams don’t quite have to contend with, as their homes-on-these-roads come with solid working showers, air conditioners and the ability to boondock when they’d like. Rockstar Class A buses in particular, we rarely see their inhabitants. For them, it’s more of a small condo on wheels with all of the amenities of home. Watch TV all the day long, if it rains so be it, there’s plenty of space for a retired couple in a huge vessel. You get somewhere new, push a few buttons, and you’re all set.

For us though, everything is a manual process. Set it up and tear it down by hand, you get dirty, and there’s always a home maintenance project in process or being delayed in favor of more enjoyable pursuits.

For backpackers and vandwellers, of which we’ve ourselves been in the past, it’s even more time spent in the rain or figuring out how to just live.

Those who are without children and pets have it much easier, just as the same goes for young couples and singles in regular houses.

There is simply so much beauty in this nation, indeed the world, that I am compelled to live this way even if it’s a daunting struggle at times. Two year olds wreaking havoc on our home and hair follicles, babies innocent but crying away the nights, and moody twelve year olds bursting at the seems desperate for adulthood while still trapped in the restrictions of childhood. A dog neither content to sleep inside nor allowed to run free in the world. Three adults battling one another for their own sanity in close quarters with the rest of it all, finding it easier to get frustrated with one another than with children who don’t fully understand the impact of their actions on us all. It’s a wonder, sometimes, we don’t all just pass out occasionally. Black out, like a computer restarting to just delete the excess fragments of frustration and get a fresh login screen to do what we will with.

Still, as I watch the freightships roll into the mouth of the Columbia River, as I imagine their Asian crews spending long weeks after months and years in this life, I’m reminded of how beautiful it is to live harshly and survive, adapt as well as we can and hopefully come out stronger the other side.