Slash and Burn Sale
My glorious weekend was spent parceling out items from my past that at one time or another I just had to have. Now these things have been reduced to close to worthless trinkets. Yes, it was yard sale preparation weekend. You don't know joy until you put a .50-cent price tag on a dry top you paid $250 for.
After the initial sting, of the devaluation of my life's acquisitions, there is a strange peacefulness that arises out of cutting the dead weight. While we will not be able to reduce our load to only the camper's contents, we really won't have much to tote along should we ever settle down again. Our household has been reduced to a camper, a full raft trailer and a half-full Zircon container. Tomorrow is the big sale, after that we will be living pretty bare bones for a month. Good practice for us, no?
Time sure is ticking away now. A few posts back I ranted about the pre-trip depression that had set in, that has been replaced by pre-trip euphoria. This period may be the best time of our entire trip. I mean right now I am excited. I still think we can do this, that we can make it a whole year in an 11x8 foot aluminum can. As of today the truck hasn't broken down, the tires haven't blown out, we have yet to be robbed, led astray or woken at 2am at Maglight-point and asked to mosey along. This is a hopeful, fun time. 28 days to go :)