Most days, I’m sure we burned more calories hunting the fish than they gave in return, but we were fine with this. The taste of each meal and our connection to it were things no one else could provide. After a week in Big Sur, eating the best fish from the best market would forever be ruined.
Some of you may know this crew, others may not – it’s Emily, Corey, Penny (the dog), and Boscha (the van) from @wheresmyofficenow. They’ve spent the last year and half on the road… challenging the idea that work has to be done in an office from 9-5. They’re proving their own hypothesis that work really is the value you bring into the world, and it can be done anywhere with a change in mindset. They’re idealists, but they are grounded in a hard-work realism, which gives me confidence they will help change the concept of work in modern society. After spending 4 days with them, their biggest challenge (which is also mine) will be enduring on the system’s fringe long enough to find permanent stability. It’s a creative exercise in endurance. They have big plans, so let’s give them a pat on the bumper! (I would never have met these guys without our friends @gowestycampers, and for that I am grateful)
I’ve joked with people that there are two things that could stop my travels… a girl or going broke.
Of all my expenses (and there aren’t many), gas was the one I worried about making me broke. I hypothesized I would spend about $600 per month on gas, but I really had no idea when I started.
So I started this little scratch sheet in April of 2013 to calculate my monthly gas expenditures. I thought there was no chance it would last… I would lose it, or spill coffee on it or eventually say fuck it, who cares about keeping track of gas money anyway.
But it turned out differently. This piece of paper rode shotgun with me for a year, clipped neatly under my tire pressure gauge. And I didn’t end up saying Fuckit ’til I got to Canada and gas was $6-8 per gallon.
I enjoyed unclipping this paper and documenting exactly how much my bank account was shrinking and how little it really mattered. I enjoyed writing down each town name (wish I would’ve started from the beginning), and I enjoyed scanning over the previous towns. Every now and then, I’d see a name from way back and a memory would flash in from that time and place. I’d smile or laugh or say man, those pancakes at the Perkins in Butte were just what I needed that day.
I still remember what the sky looked like and how I felt at each of these gas stations. What started off as a way to track gas expenses became an unfolding blueprint of a year on the Road.
This little sheet represents a year of my life. It represents a year of work and a year of freedom from money… a year that has forever changed what my eyes see when they open in the morning.
When people ask me how much I spent on gas last year, I know. $6,229.34… just about $520 per month.
But fuck it, who cares about keeping track of gas money anyway.