I left California and the equestrian show park in late May to start a job with the government in north-central Montana for the summer. I passed through Yellowstone National Park but didn’t stay long since I needed to get to my destination to start work. These are photos from the four day drive.
Leaving the southwest was hard. Leaving northern California was EXCRUCIATING. For two months I worked at Brookside Equestrian Park, just south of Sacramento in a rural suburb called Elk Grove. It was the most laborious and demanding work I’ve done yet, but I had the time of my life. I didn’t get out of the park much because of the long workdays. I went to downtown Sacramento once right after I got there, the Folsom area on Easter Sunday, and a 3 day trip to San Francisco right before I left. However, I didn’t need to go out: I had an immediate built-in friend network at Brookside. The employees welcomed me like I was already an established buddy. Right away they were quick to want to learn about me, help me in any way they could, make sure that I was eating enough (breaks during a 14 hour shift were few and far between), and let me know that I was appreciated.
When I first arrived at the park I was morose. I had just come from the most enlightened place on Earth, Slab City, and I was missing friends in the southwest. I knew that one of my co-workers from Quartzsite had started working at the park just days before I got there and my boss told me I would be at a site with hookups in front of him, which just happened to be the very back of the park nestled in shade and unbothered by horses and horse people for the majority of the time. That made me feel a little better after learning that I wouldn’t have a sewer hookup or wifi directly to my RV spot, nowhere in the park did. Then the reality of the amount of tips I would be making came about: nowhere NEAR what I was making in the Q. After working a couple of shows I realized that most of these people are middle-upper class white women on their off time who do a lot of their own labor and never carry ID’s or cash with them. Also the management doesn’t have a really solid thought out process for the tab system they use. No matter. No matter the tips, the hauling a honeywagon on wheels to the dump (probably the most unglamorous chore you can think of doing every week), the limited access to internet, the mosquitoes, or the 10-14 hour hectic workdays. I started having a blast with these people!
I worked with the raddest Mexican ladies I’ve ever met in my life. These women do everything in their household and still work 14 hour days, it’s crazy. I’ll never again complain about any aspect of my life after experiencing what they do on the daily, 365 a year, and with the most beautiful smiling eyes. They are seriously the most humble and hardworking people I have met. Californians tend to have the work ethic of a lame horse so its no surprise these ladies picked up the slack.
I sat under the western night sky and watched a total lunar eclipse, caught a bird’s mating dance, and learned what it feels like to be stepped on by a horse. I made the kind of friends you go back to five years later and groove with like you had only left yesterday. I soaked up west coast rays like it would be my last time underneath that sun. For this short ramble, I was pure Californian.
“Arizona looks like a battle on Mars.”     ~Author Unknown
Tell me about a more all encompassing state than California and I will tell you it’s size compared to others. Argue that wildness and beauty is more magnificent elsewhere and I will argue mountains, coastlines, tall timbers, granite peaks, chiseled canyons, and dusty deserts in the name of California. Ok, the government shut down before I got to the desert. Show me that there is more eco-porn and urban debauchery in any other single state in America, and I will take you on an RV-driven picture tour through the state from north to south.
This place…..Oregon……it’s got all sorts of wonderful things: friendly people, no state taxes, mellow mountains, hip cities, miles of free coastline, ancient trees, tall timber forests, just about everything a city girl from Nebraska could want out of life! If weather permitted I would have stayed in Oregon much longer. I really didn’t want to leave.
“Mountains in minutes in my head……volcanoes underneath my bed.”
WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO ‘LIVE’ IN A SMALL RV AND BE PERPETUALLY MOBILE?
From a simple lifer, and abridged
        Not that I’ve learned everything (by far, very far, in fact) in my short time on the road, but here are four things you should expect right away:
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
Throughout my readings I consistently come back to this quote by Henry David Thoreau. It is probably one of my favorite quotes of all time. Whenever I get overwhelmed or frightened with the great dilemma of life, I read this quote to bring me back down and remind me of TRUE matters.
The Nomadic Jalopy 