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Last night was our second night sleeping in the camper. Right now we’re posted up in Cannon Beach, Oregon at an RV park with full hook ups. Its our first time having the opportunity to really test all the bells and whistles of our Bigfoot camper, and apart from setting the smoke alarm off multiple times while cooking breakfast, its going pretty swimmingly.
The Maiden Voyage
Our first night was spent up at Mt. Hood Meadows on Mt. Hood in Oregon. Apart from being our local ski resort and one that we’re familiar with, it also happened to get some early season powder and we were anxious to get some runs in – what better time to test the camper! Extreme cold, lots of snow, and icy roads made for less than ideal conditions, but we charged forward regardless.
While the roads up to Mt. Hood were a bit dicey and we’ve yet to equip the truck with snow tires, our four wheel drive and P’s skilled maneuvering got us safely up and down the mountain. After doing a few runs on excellent early season conditions we came back to the camper to find the battery was charged enough to give us heat. The only thing we were missing was water which we could readily get at the ski lodge. All and all we were pretty happy with our circumstances.
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Camping with Hookups
The only complaint about that first trip was its brevity. One night is hardly enough time to get into a routine – plus we had snow on our minds, so we were technically just using the camper as a place to crash. Luckily this weekend was Thanksgiving and I took the Friday following off of work so that we could enjoy a long weekend. After our family obligations were complete we loaded up the camper and made our way out to Cannon Beach, Oregon where P had booked us a spot at Sea Ranch RV Park.
The forecast was grim with rain occupying most of it, but we figured being cooped up in the camper would allow us to get situated with our new living space and Sea Ranch’s close proximity to downtown Cannon Beach meant we’d have an easy-out if cabin fever got the best of us. Maybe the Bigfoot has good voodoo or maybe P and I are just really nailing our camping destinations but either way we lucked out once again. That rainy forecast ended up clearing out for a warm beautiful evening walk on the beach.
We got to our campsite shortly before 3 which gave us just a few hours before sunset. After plugging in the camper and turning on the heat we quickly made our way to the beach for a stroll. The weather was perfect, shockingly so.
When I think about how our lives will change once we move into the camper my mind constantly comes back to the idea of moving slow. In our current lives everything is a race. We cram our weekends full of activities and then race back to Portland so we’re back in time for work on Monday morning. Monday morning is spent zooming around the apartment getting ready for work and Monday night is spent zipping through errands, and so on and so on. Even meals are rushed – hell, most of them aren’t even eaten at a table. They’re prepared based on the speed with which I can make them and then shoved into tupperware containers, nuked in a microwave, and eaten at a desk in between emails. Speed and efficiency dominate every part of our current lives.
Changing the Pace
I feel that desire to slow down so strongly and yet it is still not a part of my existence. So while walking on the beach in that gloriously warm November sun, I couldn’t help but feel the need to hurry up.
“How far do you want to walk?” I asked P.
“I don’t know.” He responded in his classic easy-going attitude.
I wanted to pry him for more information, maybe to that rock up ahead? Maybe to that piece of driftwood? Maybe all the way to the hillside where the beach ends? But I didn’t. I had caught myself falling into my normal routine of relying on a schedule, needing to know what to expect next as if somehow that would allow me to enjoy the present moment. I think its natural to want something to look forward to, I think its what helps keep us sane when we’re dealing with the duldrums of our day-to-day. But what if that method of coping turns into a means of existing? What if we become so obsessed with the future we forget to appreciate the present?
After reflecting on this for a moment, I turned to P,
“Nevermind, it doesn’t matter” I said.
And then I began to focus on the things that did. The warm air, the sunset, Tonton and Holmes rough-housing a few yards in front of us. I’m hoping I remember this lesson as we become more entrenched into planning our move into the camper. I’m hoping I remember to stop every so often and appreciate the present.