Unreasonably excited about the first fill-up with Bio!
It went like this. I asked everyone I thought of, “where can you get biodiesel around here?”. Anyone driving diesels, when I was hitchhiking, anyone who looked vaguely alternative. Most people knew where Bio used to be available, and a few people said “there’s someone in the valley making it.” But no one knew more than that. Then one person had a name. “There’s a guy in the valley making it. I think his name’s Chris.” Then a couple more people also knew his first name. Still, not enough to go on.
On my way through the valley with a friend to go to the hot springs, we stopped at the health food store for halvah and to ask about Bio. “oh yeah, I think his name’s Chris Summers. And here’s a phone book” Waahahaha (the sound of sunbeams parting clouds)
We were at his house in minutes. A dollar a litre, here’s a funnel. This family is so fully in production, with 1000s of litres ready to go, it’s astonishing to me that so few people for so long could put me in touch with him. FYI for locals- phone book under Vallican, and he’s in the Pennywise. You can buy 5 gallon containers to go, and he visits Nelson weekly to exchange empties for fulls, so it really couldn’t be easier.
I was absolutely ecstatic to pour Bio in the tank for the first time. That’s what I got this truck for, after all. Felt so good and freeing, to be at the end of a recycling loop, instead of counting km and feeling answerable for every one in terms of global cost. Do I really need to drive this today? Total weight off my mind to finally find my source!
It seemed to me the needle was moving more slowly, too, but I’ll have to run a few tanks scientifically to know for sure.
Moved the scamper to the new place! Kevin approves. It’s fantastic to sleep every night like camping. The cool clean air is rich, the stars in the extra-dark country sky are magnificent, and waking up in the yellow dawn and mist among trees is sometimes still like dreaming.
It’s been so long since we’ve had a sunny day it feels like a whole different season. For the first time, I can feel my new 20-20 vision.
I also just went skating, and now I can hardly walk. My legs are all wimbly. First time this year; first time in a looong time. Sure seems like more than a year since I got into my sk8s. I think I was hurt last winter.
It seems like it’s been raining for ten days straight, but today, there’s a splash of sun on the mountains lightly sugared with snow. I couldn’t for the life of me get a decent shot, even after climbing on the roof. There’re power lines everywhere. It’s been so gray for so long. I’m grateful to be so busy.
It’s getting cold at night and I’m not sure how long camper life will last. The colder it is, the more condensation occurs inside, and I’ve not yet learned what it will take to correct that. Besides the dripping windows in the morning, I can take it much colder but can Kevin? So far so good. I’m addicted to the bed-preheating electric blanket, which makes every bedtime audible-sigh-worthy, and she sinks into the duvet in the V of my legs and purrs herself to sleep. Very very happy times.
Getting a little excited about having a farm to live on. Loosely planning for veggies and trees and berries- more things to research than anything else.
Overwhelmingly in love with my truck! It’s full of fun gadgetry- took ages for the previous owner to explain them all to me, with their odd symbols. Fog lights, robotic collapsing side mirrors, heated seats, adjustable shocks, altimeter, compass, digi interior/exterior thermometer, giant sun/moon roof, auto temperature settings, floor storage, headlight washers, and an emergency flare. Diesel of course, so I can put bio in it. The stereo is so sophisticated I couldn’t figure out how to change the radio channel, and it can bluetooth my phone for handsfree chatting- not a headset, but the kind that will make passing drivers think you’re a crazy person talking to yourself. I couldn’t get that hooked up yet either though, even with the help of an 11yr old- the one I have to ask when I need help with MY camera.
But most of all, it’s sexxxxy! I can’t even explain why, but I think it’s gorgeous and pretty and hot! As my friend said right away: “OMG, I want to climb on top of it!” I’m instantly over envying anyone’s Rav4s and Toyotas and flashy hybrids, that cost 8x as much. Well, I still envy Smart cars, but you can’t tow a camper with those. Continue reading Truck truck truck→
Farming may be closer than I thought. Out of the blue, as ever, my friend calls me to come inspect a house for her she’s thinking of buying. 5 acres, 5 outbuildings, and a house with a brand new well, roof, and water pump. I wasn’t thinking of myself at all when I first looked at it, but a few days later the ways which the property could suit us both emerged, and suddenly we were talking about a partnership- a two year plan to be negotiated after that. So possibly, I’ll be on rural land by December 1! The working plan is that I will winter in the camper, parked in a shed equipped with hydro, and for the next couple years spend my time writing, creating a suite in the large, empty barn, and gardening and tending animals, all free of the burden of monthly payments. Very exciting!
Today I got laser surgery on my second eye. In the intervening 12 years (since the fix was in on the first eye), the price has come down about $400 and the technology has advanced one tiny bit- they burn off a few less microns of eye material.
I am wearing an eye patch I made on the subject eye and no one looks twice since it’s Halloween, even though I’m not otherwise dressed in any way “Yarrr”.
The first snow today is dramatic and picturesque. Giant wet flakes emerging from rain and then thickening to make a lasting blanket. The ground snow was slushy in places but boldly showed footprints and demanded toques and boots.
The school playground was crowded with big dirty rolled snowballs after recess. A perfect, and decisive, first snow!
I have no nostalgia at all. I can’t even vividly remember the house now. Everyone asks constantly, do you miss it? I miss the neighbours, but not having a house, oh no. I’m deeply enjoying the reprieve from having every month pivot on the day the mortgage is due. Lots of people get rigid, cramped expressions on their faces when I grin and announce I’m living out of a Boler parked in a friend’s backyard, but I’m thrilled to be living exactly within my unemployed means. It feels so much healthier than that big house.
The lap of luxury is at the end of an extension cord in my little bubble, with an electric heater, two propane burners and a fridge. All one could need, only in miniature. Continue reading Nostalgia proof→