Gear and Stuff

I wasn’t as lost as I thought I was. I had, unfortunately, made several mistakes or had several incidents of bad judgment before I got to the place where I was at least somewhat lost. It was a 90+ degree day in Utah. I intended to hike a particular dry wash in the San Rafael … Read moreFinding your SPOT

Usually, I don’t name my stuff. Stuff is stuff. But, when I picked up the very white ProMaster City that I was going to make into a campervan from the dealership, it reminded me of my mother’s uncle, Gerald. He had very white hair, even as a kid. He sunburned easily, so he stayed out … Read morePutting Uncle Gerald (the campervan) together