The BLM finally booted our camping neighbor out by coming in, picking up his tent and camping gear, and leaving a ticket stating that he's exceeded his 14 day camping limit in it's place. Seeing that our little camp was starting to border on exceeding the same camping limit, I packed up our 'home' this morning and put it in the car.
I'm going to miss our little spot, though I'm sure we'll return to it eventually. Right now, the debate raging in my head is whether I want the 403/401 as my backyard trail or the Dyke Trail, complete with fishing in Lake Irwin. With Chris on his way up Fooses Creek, I get to decide all by myself.
This summer really has been a lesson of how few material things I need to survive. Each week, I take a small load of stuff to the storage unit deciding that I don't need it. I'm curious to see my reaction to all my 'stuff' when we do get a place this winter. Will I be excited to be able to choose from more than three tee-shirts, or will another giant load go to good-will? Stuff. The only thing I'm missing right now is my dually which is at the back of storage and inaccessible without several hours of digging. I'll dig eventually, but for now, I'll just keep doing what I'm doing. Making each day as simple as possible.