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One of the reasons my wife and I want to experiment with van dwelling is to meet new and interesting people, and photograph cool stuff.

Tell me about the coolest person you have ever met on the road. What were they like? Were they nomads too?

What's the coolest thing/place you've ever seen on the road?
You need to make your first stop the bookstore in Quartzite. Paul Winer is a cool and interesting person.

Due to my current computer system, I am unable to post a picture.
Met a shop owner in Alaska. She shot pool in college, became state champion shooting pool, and after graduation she took a trip to Alaska. When she got back home she packed up her gear and returned to Alaska, earning her way hustling pool. She had some good stories, talked about tracts of land she'd won in games, and she finally wrote a book - I think it was titled Alaska - Men and Money or some such. I think she was celebrating her 70th birthday at the time...
(02-05-2015, 12:09 PM)GotSmart Wrote: [ -> ]You need to make your first stop the bookstore in Quartzite.  Paul Winer is a cool and interesting person.

Due to my current computer system, I am unable to post a picture.

Pics of Paul have been burned into my brain...there's just some things that should be left unphotographed.... Big Grin Rolleyes

Not the best of scenery IMO

I'm more into cool places to see than cool people to meet. The list of cool things I've seen are way too many to start listing here and I don't have a favorite amongst them because they were each wonderful in their own way. I also have a humungous list of neat things that I want to see in person because I suspect that pics aren't doing them justice.

The start of this coming falls' adventure is to do the entire length of the Natchez Trace Parkway and to do some sections of hiking on the trace itself. Then I found another driving tour in Louisiana that I want to check out. Basically, if the road has one of those dotted 'scenic tour' lines on it, I'm wanting to be on it. And then, and then, and then - well you get the picture.
Having been on the road for about 6 months now, I think of the things I have seen...

Sunsets over the ocean. Giant seals. Cargo ships that make everything look small. Trees over 350 foot tall. Strange plants and animals. Rock formations, buildings, people, cars and machines...

It has only started.
waaay to many people and places to even list or to try to pick the best by putting one above another. all I can say is get out there and do it, make your own list, make your own road. highdesertranger
New Mexico had a few really cool places. Bandelier NP was one where the Anastasi had their cliff dwellings. When I was there they let you climb into some of the dwellings. I also like Los Alamos but that was a personal interest because I'm into history and science plus I was surprised that some parts looked like New Hampshire (believe it or not). I also visited a mesa that was inhabited long ago and the rock was so soft the people living up there had worn a walking path 2 - 3 feet deep into the rock itself.
I was traveling in my Westfalia in Riverside County and stopped at Lake Elsinore. It was night and I saw a van backed up to the lake with the rear doors open. I heard splashing in the water so I walked down there. It turned out to be a guy, his wife, and her sister skinny dipping in the lake on a great summer's eve.

I was invited to join them and I did. We had a great time afterwards talking around a campfire and telling tales.

Life can be good.
Summer, 2011

Returning from Alaska, driving through BC, raining for days, rivers at flood stage.

I was hesitant to boondock since I did not know the lay of the land and was worried about flooding, having seen several areas where homes and roads were flooded. Driving in my van through mountains and came upon a small village that looked like it belonged in a movie, so beautiful, nestled in the mountains. There was an RV park so I pulled in to register.

The elderly (80's) gentleman behind the desk asked me how many in my party and he was surprised when I said just me (female traveling alone). He invited me to join him and a few friends for a beer in the kitchen. I accepted.

His strong accent prompted me to ask where he was from. One story led to another...Turns out he was a retired tiger trainer in a European circus. The stories he told..his first wife was killed by a tiger they had hand raised in their home. He talked for hours about his life and I was fascinated and humbled.

Summer, 2014, boondocking in western Colorado mountains.

A young couple on bicycles rode into the area where I was camped (same van), asking about water sources. I offered beverages and they accepted. The young man was obviously from Canada, eh? I asked him where he was from and he said, "I live in a small RV park in a small town in BC." He commented it was run by a crazy old man. Further questioning and yes, it was the same place and the same man!! I asked him if he'd ever sat down and talked with the old guy and he said no. I suggested he give that a try and asked him to give my best regards to his landlord, "from the lady from *****". They filled their water jugs and left.

Then there's the Lady Musher and her twelve Siberian Huskies...a story for another day :-)
We generally don't camp around others, we like our isolation and quiet. The few times we have been in campgrounds we have always met very nice people and twice have been invited to become part of a group that met every year in the same place. The first time we were tenting and got the last spot. It didn't take long to realize that most of the campground was taken by one large family. We had just set up when a young boy came over and said gram wants to talk to you and headed back to the main site. I followed thinking they were going to complain that we had taken someones spot but I couldn't have been farther from the truth.

Gram was a 80+ year old matriarch with a small travel trailer. The other 50 or so family members all used tents and everything was done around Gram's trailer. We were told that dinner was about to be served in the pavilion and that we were invited. The tables in the pavilion were covered in food and were for every meal for the four days we were there. We shared what food we could with just the two of us but what really made them happy was when I backed the van up to the big fire pit and unloaded a pile of hard wood to burn. Food they had, wood they didn't and it's expensive to buy up there.

So for four days we rarely were at the tent except to sleep. When we were there the same boy would come announce that a meal was ready or that they were playing football or the like. We got one last "Gram wants to talk to you" as we were packing up. This time she told us how much they enjoyed having us there and while shoving a note with a phone number on it, told us that they did it twice a year and they'd like us to come back too. We showed up for Labor day and the Memorial day the next year. That next Labor day we drove up just for the day and found the campground was full but not with the family. I tried the number she gave me but it was out of service. We figured one way or another that Gram was no longer camping and without her, there was no gathering.
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