New Addition To My Tiny Home

 Weather has cleared up so I took advantage of it yesterday and started building my tiny kitchen inside the truck. Still a little more work to do after I head back to civilization for supplies. Then after next move, I’ll start rebuilding my bed. Just like a big house, the work never ends! 😄✌️

Storm is a Brewing!

 Camped out in Arizona and the wind is starting to get mighty fierce... I think that might be a movie 🤔

Anyways, rain should be coming shortly. I expect I’ll be holed up in the truck for a couple of days with the pooch. Once the weather clears I need to continue with the build. I already bought the wood to make a counter/cabinet to hold my stove and a sink. Maybe by Tuesday or Wednesday. 

Also need to wake up Homer. Haven’t fed him in a while. But he’s proven to be one tough and resilient little sourdough. I fully expect to be having some of my trademark Roadtrip Biscuit-Flapjacks before next weekend. 

And Then There Was Homer

      For those of you just skimming through, Homer is my sourdough starter. What is sourdough starter you say? Flour and water. That’s it. Oh and a whole bunch of yeast. The magical little organisms that bring the starter to life. The little critters that make your bread rise up and say Hallelujah! Not the yeast you buy in little packets from the store, but the yeast that’s naturally already in the flour or perhaps floating through the air. The same exact method used for hundreds or probably thousands of years. Long before one could go to the local Piggly Wiggly and buy it this was how it was done. 

     By mixing approximately equal parts water and flour (ideally by weight) into a goopy mix and simply letting it sit out at room temperature for a few days, one then has the makings for the most amazing bread you’ve ever sunk your teeth into. 

     

Is it all worth it?

 

Is it all worth it? That is the question of the millennium. Am I referring to living on the road out of my pickup (that would be Goldie) or the writing of this blog? Yet another fantastic question. 

Hitting the road was absolutely worth it. At least to me. I don’t think I had any other choice. Both my physical and mental health were suffering and the only remedy I saw after exhausting all other options was to remove myself from the cause of my ill health, namely stress. Since I decided to take action my health has vastly improved. Something I was previously unable to accomplish after decades of failed attempts. So, score one for the nomadic lifestyle. Will I choose to roam on a permanent basis? Probably not. Now that I am feeling better the goal is to find a place to land that doesn’t reverse all the progress I’ve made. 

 As far as this blog goes... that remains to be seen. That’s all for now. Peace out everybody. Have a wonderful night. And go make some sourdough! ✌️🐾

Happy Halloween 🎃

 Ok, it’s my first holiday living on the road (aka being homeless, aka being a bum) and so other than this short post, I do believe I will take the day off. From writing that is. I will continue to uphold my most important obligations to laziness and non-productivity. And walking the pooch 🐾

Peace out everybody... that would be the two or three people that accidentally land on this blog from day to day. No illusions of grandeur from this hack writer! 

Sourdough On The Go

      

     Ok, I suppose I should talk about Homer, the sourdough, for just a bit. I’ve been intrigued by sourdough for quite some time. A friend asked me once why did I want to make it, and honestly I didn’t have a good answer at the time. Still don’t. It can be tedious and time consuming. It’s wrought with failure and well hell, it’s a lot easier to go to the damn store and buy a loaf for a couple bucks! 

     But when you taste a piece of fresh homemade sourdough bread... it’s like comparing the best pizza you’ve ever had to frozen. There is no comparison! And it’s healthier too!! 

     I suppose it was something to do. Like a science experiment. Or climbing a mountain. Getting in touch with history, doing something the same way our ancestors would have done it. You’re creating something. Something living and dare I say breathing and reproducing. It’s kind of like a pet. One must take care of it , feed and nurture it. Make sure it doesn’t get too hot or too cold. I mean its not rocket science. It’s really quite simple. Just mix flour and water. That’s it. But the end result if done correctly is nothing less than magical.

Little Backstory

      I think I need to go back just a bit further in my story. Back to June of this year shall we say. After working for the better part of ten years for the same man between two different companies in a decidedly toxic work environment, I gave notice and called it quits. Taking into consideration my age and declining health I deduced I was more than ready for the next chapter in my life. 

     About the same time I gave my landlord two months notice that I would be leaving. He and his family had been more than generous in opening up their home to me, but taking into consideration my lack of funds and my introverted nature I knew my place of residence needed an overhaul as well. Besides, I felt the call of the open road and she was not to be denied. 

     And so I payed off all my debts and began collecting and planning for what was to come. And let us not forget Homer in all his sourdough goodness...

New beginnings

      Where to begin. Not sure how to get started on this. I would like to think this is a whole new blog. In fact up until yesterday I did indeed have an idea for a completely different blog. I wanted to title it Travels with Homer. Sort of a play on  Steinbeck’s Classic Travels with Charlie, where he traveled around in his pickup camper with his dog Charlie exploring small town America. 

     Well, few little problems with that. Firstly I sure as hell ain’t no Steinbeck. Secondly, my truck is not the most comfortable camping machine nor do I have the resources to meander all over creation indefinitely. I did try to read Blogging for Dummies and although I do fit the description, I’m not entirely sure that I am up to the task. Blogging for real, as a career, day in and day out. It involves a huge commitment of time, research of the subject matter, finding a proper niche market, monetizing and on and on. And hey, everybody knows the real money is in Vlogging, being an Influencer and all that rubbish. To be honest I don’t have any great desire to get in front of the camera or to influence anyone. I’ll just try to have a bit of fun and see what happens. 

     And finally, my dogs name is Porthos, not Homer. Homer is my sourdough starter. Yes you read that correctly. Flour and water with a whole lot of natural yeasty goodness. I wanted to write about my sourdough experience while traveling the country looking for a job and a place to call home. Is that niche enough for ya! But alas, the blog name I chose was taken. Something about an Airstream trailer or something or other. 

     Anyhoo, no harm done. I’ll just continue my old blog with the same goal in mind, with perhaps a bit of sourdough wisdom thrown in now and then. Until tomorrow or whenever. Peace out ✌️ 

Back on the road!

 Wow! Over five years since my last post. I was living out of my truck at the time and then I found a job and a place to rent and I suppose life got in the way. Well, the job is over with and I’m back living out of my truck so why not blog about it?  Lots to write about, but give me a moment to give it some thought and I’ll post a full update soon. Peace out...