I carry four 1 gallon screw top water jugs. They are easy to refill anyplace you stop for gas, or the refill station in Walmart, or a house. (The pop top water jugs pop their tops on bumpy roads.) I also carry a 5 gallon container. Several portable plastic hiking containers. A 2 quart plastic container for the “sun tea”.
Please realize that my water needs are not anyone else’s. #1. I hate drinking water. #2. I am not very concerned about washing anything with water. Even my face or hair. Much less the dishes. #3. I started out with 7 more gallons, but felt the weight/gas wasn’t worth it. #4. The truck is very well maintained. I check the hoses and fluids frequently. I can get by* for 14 days, with a couple of gallons left. I try to follow the rules and stay no more than the 14 days in any BLM or NF. I drink club soda, teas, juices, coffee, ensure, pediolite drinks, Gatorade from powder. Water is the last voluntary choice. I double the use of most water … boiling soft boil eggs in the coffee water. Etc.
So …. I have no idea how much you should carry. You will need to over-supply your water needs until you feel confident in your ability to judge. It also depends on your style/intent of traveling. Sitting by the river reading a scholarly book doesn’t require extra water. Bouldering or kayaking require lots more. It also depends on where you are traveling. Desert and high altitudes affect your need for water. It may depend on your personal hygiene level. It will depend on how much attention you pay to your water consumption.
Advice: Take lots more than you think you might need. Take less next time.
*”getting by” just means if there is enough water for coffee.
After driving for hours and days on an interstate I was crazy for some relief. Night time was usually in a motel parking lot or a truck stop. I wasn’t resting well, was still wound up tight from the visit, needed more than a Pilot. Thank goodness for a last second decision to get off the highway at the exit for the Vedauwoo Recreation Area. What a surprise. The Vedauwoo is known as “the land of Earth born spirit”. The camping area had a very old, beat up sign, next to an old, run down, entrance kiosk. It said to fill in entrance slip. Senior citizens are free!! I filled out the registration for a ten day stay and found a spot to camp.
There were pit toilets, with doors that didn’t work, no water and dumpsters that took an engineer to open. I was so relieved to be off the highway. So happy not to smell diesel fumes at night. So glad not to be scared by huge tractor trailers whizzing by. Walking around, later in the week, I found a more recent registration area that said seniors were to pay $10/night. Whoops. I ended up staying 5 days. In retribution for my not paying anything I picked up a second bag of trash.
Loved the area. Lots of rock climbers blissing out on the granite masses. Worth exploring. I will return. There are huge areas to boondock, so I will return.
Looking for the next de-stress camping spot I dipped in and out of tiny dirt roads, looking for the perfect spot. The dirt roads were torn up by loggers, and I had to use 4wd. Found a Boy Scout place that looked promising, but had to turn around as there were massive trucks and burly guys with big chainsaws working. The Forest smelled of exhaust. Kept going.
I stood on the brakes and turned off the road on to the “Pump House Recreation Area”. I had no idea what an instant relief and soothing place this random pull off was going to be.
I admit to crying as I sat by the Colorado River. (“All rivers are the Ganges.”) This was the locals’ place to raft and fly fish. Old guys, young guys in waders with fly rods and nets. Youngsters on fat rafts floating by. Immaculate bathrooms, tasty potable water, dramatic clouds and the river made it a perfectly soothing spot. This was either $5 or $10 a night. It was not clear. Being extremely grateful for the divine spot, I paid $10. I was the only camper on this loop.
Driving south from here was the most wonderful two lane gravel road through the mountains. I was enchanted with every hairpin turn revealing another breathtaking vista. Herded some prong horns down the road for longer than I expected. Saw eagles and red tail hawks. Got swarmed by large mosquitoes at one pull off. Speed limit was 35 or 25 for ever. Wow. And very little traffic.
Lilith, the truck, did great. Even after miles and miles of interstate driving. After nights of being out muscled by huge trucks. She needs a reward. Maybe tire rotation time. Maybe a painted hood. Maybe fix the hanging light.
Still carrying stuff I don’t need, don’t use.
Get rid of 20 gallon propane tank. As I age the damn thing gets heavier. Ming has a 5 pound one. Mark has a 10 pounder. My initial idea of doing gourmet meals with handmade pastas and bread was a dream that will never be realized. The rolling pin can go.
Donate tools I haven’t touched in all these years. I am liking less and less the idea of building a shed. Not sure what to do when I get too old to drive. I’ll figure it out then.
Donate the back-up-food-container. Filled with way too much non-perishable food stuffs. It is much easier to travel in the US than in Central and South America. Every gas station here has hot dogs and hot coffee and jelly doughnuts.
I do not need an entire box of old ball point pens. Nor index cards. Or a Roladex. Really.
My friend Jean is an “inmate” (her words) in a very nice old folks home. I have known her since 1970. We have lots of history. We talk on the phone quite often. She wanted me to visit. I was in Quartzsite, AZ and she is in Champaign, IL. I got on the road with the new Esbit stove and headed east.
June in Colorado’s Shavano Wildlife area. Because of the snow I tried out the Esbit. The smell of the solid fuel was not bearable, for me. Even when I used it on the tailgate outside. Very sad. It worked well enough, a bit slow.
The soup, still in box (no dishes!), heated up nicely with one fuel tab.
After a few days the snow melted and I fell in love with the area.
Leaving Salida, CO the serious driving started.
I drove through all kinds of little towns, was awed by the Mississippi, couldn’t get over the size of the wind turbines, saw Amelia Earhart’s birthplace, never had a problem finding a place to stay . Fell in love with a country and western song on the radio about a guy who loved his International Harvester. Thought about Eisenhower, regenerative agriculture, the business of corn and ethanol. Fun two lane drive for days. Then I was in a big city in Illinois. City traffic, big university graduation, horns, sirens, lights, stop signs, one way streets. Aggh. Headed back west after a 15 day visit.
For some cock-a-mamie stressed-out reasoning I decided to return via interstate highways. In the pouring rain. On I-70 for many many miles. Days of scary amounts of rain, monuments at rest areas to the westward-ho men and the “Indian troubles”, no one wearing masks.
Ate at interesting truck stops and never really knew where I was. I think it was the sameness of the road and going so darn fast. Lilith, the truck, held up very well.
Finally got to stop and camp in nature with giant boulders, then camped on the banks of the healing Colorado River. I’ll tell you about that part next post.
This jumping is a problem for me … I can’t seem to remember the proper order to jump start a car. So I keep this printout in the glove compartment. (Why can’t I just get the truck on a hill and pop the clutch like I used to?)
I always need the repair history of Lilith. I keep all receipts. That proved to be too hard to access quickly, so I started making an index card with the info in the driver’s side visor pocket.
I have had no AAA for the last few years because I have been traveling on roads that a) have no cell service and/or b)are on dirt roads, which AAA doesn’t like. With a long (3,000 miles) trip on paved roads coming up I decided it was time to put on my big girl pants and get an extra cushion of implied safety. There were 3 level AAA memberships that I could choose from. I picked the medium “Plus” level that offered a 100 miles tow.
So I feel ready. Mileage is now 79,200. New tires at 72,000. Tires rotated at 79,000. New oil, new filters at 79,000. I have spent 3 days planning out a route with free camping spots (thanks to https://freecampsites.net/) and Walmart Super Centers. I am so nervous about big city driving that the intended route is a bit wonky, but I will breathe easier and have fun along the way. I have accumulated funky history facts and noticeable attractions about the towns I’ll pass through. I am looking forward to the trip and the destination.
The cell connections may be spotty along the way. I will post when I can.
I do not like paying for a camping place (except for New Mexico State Park Passand the LTVA). I like to be remote. This is how I find a yummy place to stay for free. (This is lots easier out west.) The rules say stay for two weeks or less. (Do it. Don’t overstay. Pack it in, pack it out. Take only pictures. Leave nothing.)
How did I find this magical spot? Passion. I was hunting for meteorites. I made a map of the known meteorites found in the state. Then I overlaid that map with the state’s federal land (where camping for 14 days is allowed). That led me to a tiny dot on the map that said “Spring”. What? A spring out in the far away desert? And nearby there was a fabulous place to search for trilobites. Perfect. Getting there I was lost several times. Very nervous driving on sandy roads far from cell service, far from anything but desert. No buildings. No street signs. Almost turned around twice. Then I found the spring. I learned much about trilobites, about quartz crystals, about fears, about the transformative power of boredom. The physical maps, with Google Earth and the historical data of meteorite finds, led me to the above place. I stayed 2 weeks. Want to go back.
How did I find this magical spot? It was on the way. With the DeLorme New New Mexico map I picked out a 2 lane route heading south. This camp spot appeared on freecampsite.net. They listed 4 free campsites along this part of the route. It was on the physical map, also. Delicious free spot that even had a pit toilet, birds, huge trees, tables, and great hikes. Needing a place to spend the night along a specific route I found that camping spot above. I spent 2 weeks here 3 times. Hope to go back.
How did I find this magical spot? I was confused, tired and lost when I stopped in the Forest Ranger Office. I was new to being on the road. The folks in the Office were exceptionally kind. They taught me about the Motor Vehicle Use Maps (MVUM). Each district in each Forest Service has these maps. The rangers taught me how to read the maps, which show where in the National Forest its OK to camp. For 14 days. For free. I have stayed in the area above 3 different times for 2 weeks each. Each time thanks to the MVUM map.
How did I find this magical spot? This was a wandering moment. I looked at the paper map of the area I was in, circled the BML land, and drove onto the first road I got to. Then drove further. Then turned left. Then left again. Then stopped for 14 days. Almost got stuck leaving. Thank goodness for 4wd. Haven’t been back, but the map has it circled.
Thank you freecampsite.net. Stayed here only a week. All of a sudden there were hordes of atvs. Drones. Campers. But a great week.
Still love the paper maps. With Google maps I can mark a good place to camp or have camped. That does work, if there is cell service or WiFi. (I seem to forget to download them.) Thanks to the Motor Vehicle Use Maps (these are free and great in paper, but awkward to handle) and the DeLorme maps and the Benchmark maps I can find my way around. Thanks to freecampsite.net I can always find a place. Another helpful site is campendium (some dispersed camping, mostly for RV’s). The rangers, the librarians and gas station employees have given me the best spots. Some too precious to mention.
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