Sunday, December 29, 2013

I found some Specific cycle touring pages on Face book...

These are a cpl really helpful pages on Face book for the intrepid traveler (by bike) where if you are quick enough to dodge (aka block) the asshat trolls, seems they are everywhere nowadays, you can find many more that are genuine enthusiasts, experienced "old hands" and even well informed newcomers who usually ask the right question, and when they don't, they listen and/or take notes.

These pages are;


And..

Now, these are just the ones I have found that were actually informative AND welcoming. and only as of yet. 

It seems the road is approaching sooner than I thought;

 So, the house I'm at is simply going Bye bye in March, which has me (inspite of a minor head cold) psychotically thrashing around trying to get what I can in order and built and obtained for a trip that is going.... fuck. I have no clue. When I was younger, that never even crossed my mind as a point of consideration. Now, yeah... sometimes it dominates the process. Dammit.
 But, I have enough fond memories to consciously push shit like that to the back of my head and go on blithely. Ignorance is bliss, and occasionally, really fucking handy.
 In this sudden fit of forced inspiration is finishing the frame bag fro the front triangle of my bicycles' frame, handlebar bag (done in a now, antiquated style) and a wee tool bag for the space in my rear triangle right above the rear fender.
 Then there is the nightmare that is my example of Logistics; aka, packing it all on my rig in the hopes that it doesn't try to kill me... again.
 The good news for those reading these ramblings of an old nomad is I will probably have more than the usual dose of sarcasm to write about, and more often.

 Till then my freaky darlings, Adeu.

A Priest of Storms

Saturday, December 7, 2013

My rules of the road as I have learned them from pain, pleasure and petulance;

It's been a while since I have written anything here and I find myself having to go back in time to explain some of the gear related decisions I made.
 In 2001 (barely) I was in the process of selling my hearse which I had been living in for the last year and 1/2, which had me pulling out my camping equipment as that was going to be my follow up after the car was gone, only to find even though it was all top end gear, was falling apart after less than 2 years. When I sat back and thought about it, that was about spot on for what I had been doing for most of the previous 17 years; replacing most if not all of my kit every 2 years, if that long. I was already researching Living history groups mostly in the Fur trade, Early Colonial America and the French and Indian war eras. In fact I was already gearing up to buy some of the things that wld make doing these activities possible when I realized; These were the type of camping equipment and materials that lasted years, if not decades. And... they were still available. SO began my conversion to use of cotton canvas tents and packs in concert with wool bedding and clothes.
Now, this is a topic I have tried n failed to impress on younger travelers. Usually the conversation starts w; "Why you carry so much?!?" or; "How can you do that???"
 There is no one answer that even comes close to covering such an illusive topic. I have developed my kit and habits over the last 12 of my 30 years on the Road. Some were out of preference, some my advancing age (46 now). And some out of a need to verify and redeem in others eyes on occasion the validity and legitimacy of such a life style, i.e; I carry a copper kettle instead of some titanium pc of shit that cld get squashed by a passing bicycle. I Carry and use according to need, flint and steel fire kit, a Swedish fire steel AND a lighter if not matches as well.
 Why??? Here's why, whether you are on the road or just out camping, fire is the one thing that'll save you when (not if) you or the weather  fucks up. PERIOD. There are many areas of ones' kit where one copy is just fine; shelter, heavy coat etc. Others however, it wld behoove you to carry back ups/options. Fire is definitely on top of that list.
  Another is closely related and that is cooking.  I have at any one time 2 or more means of doing this, presently it is 2 kerosene stoves made by Primus well before I was born AND a wood stove that goes to my tent AND my flint and steel kit for outside fires, location and timing permitting. Why so much? Experience and poverty. Too cryptic? OK, when your means are anything but flush, your options quickly reduce them selves. Cooking your own food garnered at a local store using as many base ingredients as possible is the one way (even on food stamps) to feed your self with any notable regularity.
 So, there's my kettle, fry pan and a coffee set up ( if I don't have a full coffee cup in my hand in the morning, FUCKING RUN! This is the only warning on this subject.)  and some flat ware.
 Now in the latter area,, once again, my prefs and aesthetics insist on something nicer when I get the chance , but the mechanics is all the same. A knife (if not 2) fork, spoon etc as well as spatula wood spoon and coffee grinder (see earlier warning about me with out coffee)  Is all this needed? No. Technically. :) But this is where I tended to loose my younger audiences; This is not a summer vacation where I can "go slumming" then go home. This has nothing to do with drug use or evading the law. It's far simpler than that and as a result confuses the shit out of all but everyone I talk to about it. I like to travel, and when I am on the road, what I carry and set up IS.MY.HOME.. In my home I prefer to have the things that make living nice anywhere and in any guise. Bedding, clothing, heating and the ability to cook. Yes, that means my kit weighs A LOT more. But, I find the cost worth the benefits. Most don't it seems. It was over a decade ago I realized there were 2 main types of travelers; Those who liked to be comfortable when they were walking (i.e. running) and those who like to be comfortable when they are at rest. I am most certainly of the latter category.
 Now, back to my self imposed rules, no matter the time of year, always pack for winter: some of the worst weather I have dealt with had no seasonal requirements. i.e., May 7th, 2002; I am and have been in the Rockies about 5 miles east of Missoula Montana. Weather has been nice for the 2 weeks I have been here, low to high 60s till May 7th. I woke up to an over night fall of 12 inches of snow. Then, a 5 mile walk back to Missoula in white out conditions.  I cld not see more than 5 feet in front of me while hiking down a switch back trail. Yeah, that did NOT rock.
 No matter the season, PACK.FOR.WINTER.
 2, always keep several means of making fire. I already covered this earlie to some length so I'll leave it at that.
3, Always carry some for of shelter. It doesn't matter if it's a $5 plastic tarp, SOMETHING.
4, Make sure your clothes are up to the task, once again, no matter the season. And here is where light summer clothes can be just as vital as heavy winter stuff, as wearing the latter in summer heat is both dangerous and really uncomfortable, let alone smelly as hell. Heat stroke can kill just as fast as freezing. Also, and this is something that comes as a no brainer to someone from the Pacific Great North Wet... er West, Rain gear. Even if it's just a fucking poncho. Once again, SOMETHING.
5, and this is both optional and a variable depending on who yer talking to, some kind of entertainment. Time can be a mind killer either on the streets or on the road. I am hard to please so I carry several options in this regard.
 6, and this is not a rule as per say, but HIGHLY advisable if you have any hopes of interacting with the rest of the human race, toiletries. Once again, in this area I have gone about my own way (Old fashioned) but due to both my affection with historical ways of doing things and believe it or not, saving money in the long run: I shave with a straight razor. Yes, it was $75 which is "entry level" pricing. With all the equipment that goes with it, strop, brush soap etc I was into more like $200. BUT... That was in 2001. The only thing I have had to replace since then is soap and stubble. So, yes, expensive and tricky to learn (tho not as much as we scare ourselves into believing) but after over a decade with the same kit... long since paid for it's self.

 These, I can not reiterate this enough, are my rules and for me. But these very same rules are the how and why of why I have been on the rode for 30 years and look forward t going back with out nary a flinch.

 ~The Priest in the Storms, Stormpriest D'Nomad.

Spasiba.






Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Road is calling and it's November

Never sure what to do as it is, but as of the last 10 years, my calandar and compass have been... odd. It's November and I am looking at the road with longing again. Christ my sense of timing is Knackered! Well, If I do hit the road soon, I'll try to post pix and notes

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Bit the bullet (and a pc of my pride)

Signed up for DHS today and a wonderful exp. that was, lemme tell ya. But, I spent the last of my cash on dog food, enough good, grain free stuff to last, Grunt till Jan. I hope. Now, it's all about what I have to do till I can get my SSI back.
 After that? Shit, I have no clue. Move to Astoria due to the all but certain fact that my present situation is temporary. As in a cple months at best.

 I will probably have to sell one of my mzl loaders just so I can get ID which is due by my B day this year (aka a week from now) and in PDX, it aint cheap. Ya do what ya can, and if and when that fails, you do what you have to. No one likes it, but...
He's an old man, but he's still my darlin wee shite. :)

Monday, November 11, 2013

what I am with out apology, with a warning though...


For those who can not tell by what I have on my page from pix of my bicycle to the Vardo in that background or just are not very familiar with me, I am a Nomad. I have been on the road since June of 1984, solo that is. My Father was Nomad as well. He took me on my first road trip when I was 5. Long story short w very few happy highlights, 11 years later, I went solo.
 I am quite often asked "Why?' or, "How can you live like this?!?"... this is one of those areas where if you have to ask the question, you wont understand the answer.
 I once turned the question back on someone (this was NOT appreciated) asking them "How can YOU live like you do?!?, Not being able to move ALL your possessions when you want, should or need to go somewhere else. And all but certainly taking a bath on the house. My home was less than $1000 and I OWN it. No lease... no mortgage , I OWN IT. When I move, it comes with me."
 Needless to say, this did not go near as well as I had hoped.

For a lucky few, home can look like this. Now, I'm not one to romanticize this life style, matter of fact those who do actually make the outcome worse for those not acclimated, yes, ACCLIMATED to it. It takes time.


I'm not saying that the inexperienced should NOT do this, but do some home work, research etc.. The reason I say this is it's not just stary eyed girls who THINK they want to try it, some times it's some random ladd who is inspired by the pack yer carrying on a MUNI N Judah train (yes, a personal exp.) and want's to live "free". He was 14 at the time and the only thing I could tell him with any of my morals in tact was, "Wait! Wait till you are at least 16... or older."
This is a life that has a un marked trap to it; If you want to go back to the "normal life", it is increasingly difficult to do that.Once you become a "ghost",(no credit rating, no rental or job history to speak of ~ many of us work off the grid etc) it can be all but impossible to get back in. Literally and figuratively. 

I am now 45, soon to be 46 and have tried to "go Normal"... Yeah, worked about as well as you can imagine. *snort!* Oh well. The good news is after the better part of 30 years on the road, I DO have the skills, motivation and believe it or not, optimism (it takes a lot sometimes just to get out of camp) to do this, w little to no warning if needs be... though, warning DOES help *hint hint while looking at the sky*
 I have a very dear and old friend who should ever have been put in this position, but, alas, was; He had the idiotic idea of marrying a French woman. Yeah, not good. He awoke to here holding a wooden stake to his chest and a mallet in the other hand... He suddenly realized he was safer in the park w the tweakers and drunks and junkies "Oh My!" 
 He DID do quite well for 3 years. He even managed w what I would call crap gear. Anyone CAN do this, but many shouldn't.
Ayway. I kinda lost my thread of thought (too many roads inside if not out) and will edit this when I have had more coffee.

Not sure if I can... (Ok ok, WILL) make use of this, 3rd attempt. Keep getting blind sided, and distracted. And for those who know me... it's winter a comin which means all bets are off yet again. BUT? I'll do my best.

Never been one to keep a journal or diary. Might be a source of my apparent laziness/inability to fulfil one of the prior attempts.

 Not sure what reg.s or conditions come with one of these accnts, but hopefully the things I'll want to write and/or post wont get me kicked off too soon.

This is Stormpriest (Calm as a Priest in a Storm for those wondering where the hell that came from) Signin off

hopes and musings

Hoping I can remember to keep this going seeings as my other blog is inaccessible on my phone (flash based sign in at LJ.com) and this in concert w youtube will essentially be my travel log.