This has been swell, but it is time to end the blog. Thanks for your support….
I gave up the cooler a few months ago. So happy.
I have a few new cooking hints for truck campers without a cooler:
An avocado on top of ghee toasted buns with siracha and Braggs. Delicious.
An easy lunch with peanut butter, sesame Wasa crackers, Granny Smith apples and some siracha. Perfect. No dishes to wash.
This is a salad made from 1/2 can of black beans, 1 tiny can of corn, 1/2 can of tomatoes, some spicy pickles, some chipotle powder, and a capful of ginger/sesame salad dressing. It was heavenly, and enough leftovers for breakfast. The can of beans was the start. While at the WRTR a woman said “Don’t you eat beans? I have 1 can every day.” I was startled since I had never thought of canned beans as something tasty. I was very wrong. This meal above kept me happy all day.
I didn’t know what to expect, meeting 1,000 women in the desert. I met women who were crying as they drove into the site. I met women who were laughing. I met women who couldn’t stop talking about their adventures crossing the country. I met women who had driven 500 miles in one day to be near Bouse, AZ to camp with 1,000 women at the WRTR. I even met some women who follow the blog ! (Thanks for introducing yourselves, Susan, Alice and Abagail!)
I arrived a week early to volunteer. And I did. I strung out police tape (we were camped next to some Land Trust land that we couldn’t even step on), picked up trash, directed vehicles and hung around as vehicle after vehicle poured into the desert.
No photos were allowed. Too many women fleeing from abusive situations. I did get a few pics of Lilith.
Most of the days were spent helping others. Much laughter, much learning, much joy. The level of confidence grew, the locked trailer was opened, women learned how to poop in a bucket, set up solar, change a tire, wash in public, treat the land with respect, and enjoy the time on the road, in the desert or the mountains.
During the event I was the PA system operator (thanks to help from Mary at my side), so heard and saw much. There was a large contingent of women in wheelchairs, women over 80, and artists and musicians, and women who loved nature, and women who hated cigarette smoke. There were women in huge RV’s. There were women living in their Prius. There were women living in class B vans. There were women of color, women without color, women with canes, women in hiking boots.
It was all free and run by volunteers. The sense of empowerment was overwhelming.
I don’t think I will do it again, too many people, but am so glad I went this year. Thank you Suanne and Phyllis and Bob.
The WRTR was filled with almost 1,000 women who love traveling in/living in their van/rv/bus/car/truck. I was the only person in a truck.
The gathering was held on BLM land near Bouse, AZ. Many of the women at the gathering asked that no photos were taken, so you don’t get to see the happy, weeping, laughing, startled faces of the van dwellers. The site was stunning (I will be going back there to do some more metal detecting … thanks, Mary!) and filled with huge cacti, brilliant sunrises and breathtaking sunsets.
I learned much at this gathering. First was my new toy: My Hug Light.
Two women saw me reading and gifted me with this light. It is heaven. I can walk in rough terrain at night, I can read all night, it charges up fast, it is comfortable around the neck, and it is so light weight that I have been known to accidentally wear it all day. I was not fond of the head lamp I was wearing to do the same chores. The head lamp would slide around and make my forehead itch. This Hug Light is perfect. It puts out a huge amount of light and is USB chargeable. Too kind of those women.
But that light was not the only gift … stay tuned.