It has surprised and amused me to see myself change about what 'practical' means. Is that true for other people as well?
The other day I moved camp to lower altitude, all the way down to the ponderosa belt near 4500 feet of altitude. It was like coming back to an old friend.
And then we drove out onto a large, rolling meadow. My goodness, it was exciting. The transition was so abrupt: from stagnant air to living air. I felt the same way a sea kayaker would as they paddle out of a marsh and into a large windy wavey lake.
No wonder I prefer mountain biking to hiking. How do people enjoy narrow hiking trails, surrounded by dense forests that block the view, while stagnant air gives bugs a chance to torture them?
I thought about the books I've read about the sea. Escapist adventure fantasies? No. Those books are more practical than the 'how to' stuff newbie nomads/RVers talk about, so endlessly.
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