“…but a man become what he does. ‘Satisfaction is doin’ what’s important to yourself. A man ought to honor other people, but he’s got to honor what he believes in too”.
~ Blue Highways ~ [William Least Heat-Moon]

10 hours of sleep per night. Living in a "Ghost Town" suits us well."Gold Point". We are still here as the days pass on easily as much as the Sun itself traces it’s route playing hide and seek with the few clouds visiting us throughout the awaken hours. I can get used to this! What am I saying? I am used to this! The same woodpecker wakes me up every morning as the rays warm up the tent. It is still yet hard to get out of the sleeping bag which now has also a folded blanket underneath and itself has gained ten degrees being slipped into a bevy bag. Spirit now comes before coffee as I know it is later than usual for him as he stares at me with those questioning eyes of his. He eats, he drinks, he walks guiding me on the path of the good smells I myself cannot even take a whiff off, he does his "things" as finally I can attend to my own needs.

There is a cool breeze today, the stove is fired up and coffee is dripping. My morning nectar, my true awakening moments arrive, it is only one cup per day. I am also cooking some multigrain oatmeal. It will fill me up for most of the day. I have some freshly ground cumin I have been storing in the same cooler in a single zip lock, same as my hard cheese. My oatmeal has now a strange trace of cumin, a taste as my cheese also does. I wonder if my eggs will also. Will try this mango next. Another lesson, double bag spices. Always learning while on this path. I also ran out of coffee a few days ago. I had to buy some in Beatty. The choice was only of one. I cannot even bring myself to spell it’s name.

Tomorrow we are going to town. Pahrump. Bad planning to retrieve some mail. I had no clue we would be here, 140 miles away, it is a long way away for mail as I now realize Bishop would have been much closer. Maybe we will leave all our gear here and motel the night also catching up on Internet stuff. We have been disconnected these past days with barely 1x on my so smart phone as e mails slowly come in and go out at pace a "Ghost Town" would have. No complains, I can still communicate with Robin as so she does not worry about us, maybe more "be concerned" as she knows we stay on a safe path throughout this Journey of ours.

There are some livable cabins a few miles from here. Abandoned and yet in good shape where the staying is free. We will probably head on that way when we return from the city. We took a ride there yesterday and it is a slice of Paradise. It is within such isolation one can wonder how within this society of ours such stage still exists. I will not have my Spot on, I will only send out a daily OK message, fair or not, such spaces need to stay as they are, pristine and non crowded, it is also the desire and wish of the locals I have spoken with, that is including the Ghosts lingering around.

We are also lingering today. I think I will pick up some trash obviously visitors have left behind. I would like to do my share to keep this space what it is. It is a gift being here, one needs to return the favor. A new couple has arrived with a pickup and a 16′ airstream. They have been on the road for 3 years now. Sea kayak with a Bibler tent also, a couple bicycles, they also while on the water, on the banks away from the camper. Will probably get together tonight around a camp fire and exchange stories.

Morning has come again. My camping space here is widening as I scrounge for pieces of wood and make a table for my cooking. I have a big garbage can within a few feet, there is my shower with hot water just a bit further, the outhouse is across Main street behind the jail. One of those funny thought crossed my mind last evening as I was "making my Home" here, "I do a good Homeless"…. and I realized, I am Homeless. I did not want to think to what extend as these few acres in the Texas Desert are always with open arms awaiting our return throughout the cold months. But those times also were cold when I think about teens on the thermometer displayed on some mornings.

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Ara & Spirit

Be Safe and well
Peace, Love, Courage

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