Human Nature Hostel

 

Well I’ve made it to Maine. In the mountainous outback (or outback to me anyway) at the Human Nature Hostel, owned by Ryan Holt. I came across this place this past February when I was looking to get away for an affordable price and searched for hostels in Maine. I’d never been to Maine but had heard lots of great things about how pretty it is.

Maine is for sure pretty, I love it. The hostel is a dome shaped building and Ryan runs it in the summer hiking months catered to the Appalachian Trail thru hikers. It is welcoming and is a wonderful respite to those who have been on the trail for 5-6 months by the time they arrive in Maine.

Ryan is on the right and the other three bearded men are the great work team behind Ryan and the hostel. It runs like a well oiled machine. Below are Ryan’s dogs Aywa and Ebenieser the pug, and also Ryan talking to some visitors in the Dome.

I would like to think I can hike the whole trail, but my knees wont stand for it. Literally. But after asking a few hikers what part was their favorite and was not too challenging physically they all said Roan Highlands and Grayson Highlands. I think I could be a section hiker and do those parts and may plan to next summer.

While in the dome I took the opportunity to speak to some hikers asking why they are hiking and what they have learned if anything. Here are some of the responses to my question “what have you learned or what is your take-away from hiking the trail?”

– I like the hiking culture because there is no bullshit and the facade people put on breaks down.

– I have learned that when things get tough, I know this time will pass making the proverb “this too shall pass” very true.

– I have learned how to forgive myself for not meeting my own high goals, to accept that on a given day I may not go as far as I wanted, but it’t Ok and to relax in how far I have gone.

– I’ve learned to be more patient with myself.

– Everyone needs someone at some point.

– Do your own thing and don’t worry what others are doing. Some people hike for the adventure and some for endurance but you can’t really do both.

….so, MY take away from speaking to hikers is this: that anytime we take a hiatus from life, from the ‘rat race’ and from the everyday demands of life for a prolonged time, we are released from the mental debris that clogs our thinking and we have the opportunity to listen to our insides because the are not drowned out by our obligations and stresses. Certainly while driving my bus around, I am in this same category and have found similar epiphanies entering my thinking.

We are not victims of life, we are the pilots. We cannot blame outside sources for our own unhappiness, we have only ourselves to hold accountable. And additionally, we have ourselves who can create the change we need to carve out the life that fits our insides.

I don’t think life is static. It is ever changing and we have to change with it. The only thing we can count on is change and the only person we can count on to make life happen is ourselves. It is no one else’s job and therefor any issues we have are ours to manage and deal with. Friends help of course, but we are the engine that drives the train. Friends and family are passengers who come on and get off along the way. The only thing constant is the conductor, ourselves.

Manitoulin Ferry

Well, after my adventure in the Sault I moved onward towards Manitoulin Island. My hope was to park somewhere on the island and sleep, then ferry to the mainland and drive home through Tobermory. I have family in Owen Sound and wanted to stop there too.

Manitoulin in summer requires planning due to the ferry schedule and the fact that it books up in advance of departure times. So in order not to get stuck on the island for a whole extra day I had to skip the sleepover and catch the 10:00pm ferry over to Tobermory. The ferry ride was 1.5 hours and I was tired enough that I dozed all the way.

Manitoulin was beautiful but I was unable to enjoy it or take any really good scenic photos due to catching the ferry. Once in Tobermory I found a place to park in a parking lot and slept. I also had hoped to go to Flower Pot Island. This is a tactical nightmare in the summer and full of tourists. I plan to go off season to explore the island without crowds of people (I’m not a lover of large touring crowds of people).

A short stop in Owen Sound and I was home that day. The whole trip tracked on google maps looks like this and totalled approx 2700kms!

It was such a nice loop it is one I would do again but this time with a sleep over in Manitoulin and off season visit to Flower Pot Island. And without the toilet paper shortage at the Bushplane museum. 🙂

Bushplanes and bathroom drama

After the beauty of Northern Wisconsin and northern Michigan, I crossed back into my homeland Canada through the Sault. I’ve never been in the Sault before (Sault Sainte Marie for those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about).

I was sitting in a Tim Hortons’ parking lot, the FIRST stop I made when I got back into Canada (tis funny how Timmies feels like home and NOT seeing it on every corner while driving all through the US for a couple days almost made me feel anxious! Im addicted to the timmies presence, as im not a real coffee drinker)…anyway, I was sitting in the parking lot in my bus and felt like this town was like Saint Thomas. The people are a bit rough and rugged, but seemed friendly enough and were helpful when I saw the special fancy garden advertising the bushplane museum and asked for directions.

Ohhhhh the bushplane museum. It was amazing. And full of planes and engines and information however NOT full of toilet paper. This I discovered first hand. Let me firstly say how very impressed I was with the planes and the extensive collection in this massive building. This museum puts Sault Sainte Marie on the map and is worth the trip. Also of note, is the beautiful waterfront walkway. Lots of time and money has clearly been invested in these two attractions in the city.

Since I was traveling and living in my bus, I took advantage of the facilities when I was done the tour of the museum. Cell phone in hand (thank goodness for that!!!! ) I went into the motion activated lighted bathroom. There were several stalls but I was the only one in (thank goodness for that too!!!).

I parked myself in position and spent the necessary time, after which an air freshener would have been quite useful. Ready and relieved, I looked to my left and in horror discovered there was NO toilet paper. And the back up roll was also gone. I sat imprisoned on ‘the throne’ wondering how on earth I was going to get out of this predicament.

Looking lustily at the cardboard roll not void of precious toilet paper, I decided my next best bet was to try and peel off thin layers of the cardboard to use instead of toilet paper. I carefully tried to peel off a thin layer and it just kept ripping off in tiny quarter size pieces. This was clearly not going to help me substitute my toilet paper needs. After some more sitting and thinking, I wondered if I could take off my underwear and use that, and throw it away after. No. My cell phone! I have my cell phone! I googled the phone number for the bushplane museum and called. I was directed through the automated menu until finally I was given the option to call the front desk, which ironically was barely 20 feet outside the bathroom door behind which I sat imprisoned.

I heard the ‘boy’, who looked maybe 18, answer the phone.

“Hi” I said. ” This is the lady you just directed into the washroom 20 minutes ago. I’m trapped in here without toilet paper, and I have to warn you, I’ve had a sore stomach so I apologize it does not smell like roses in here.” (Truly I was embarassed.) “Is there a female staff who could come in here and bring me some toilet paper?” “Also, the lights went out and I’m sitting in the dark” (because there was no motion to keep them on whilst I sat and did my thing).

”No”, he said. “Would you be ok if I brought you some? I can be your saviour.”

I told him that was fine and to hand it under the stall door for me. He did so, handing me a massive industrial roll of toilet paper.

When I finished up I snuck out of the museum as fast as I could so I could escape without having to look at the boy behind the desk.

And THAT is the about the most adventurously embarrassing thing that has happened to me in a while.

Bathing upperclass style

I think living in the bus for any extended time requires a vigilant bathing ritual. It’s much better stepping out of Seamus and not looking like something not even the cat would drag in. That and maybe one day I’ll meet Mr. Right and I’d hate to be all smelly for that. So, I had to develop a routine for washing in the confines of my bus, with no running water.

There is my utility water container, the big blue 5 Gallon container, a small blue basin, a towel and a face cloth. These are the essentials. Putting about a litre or so of water in my basin is enough to wash myself all over… and here is my ‘bathroom’ on the bus

There is R2D2, my make shift ‘chamberpot’ and my Blue Basin Bathtub, or 3B for short. Also my drinking water jug makes the perfect prop for my mirror, which enables me to make sure I’m presentable before exiting Seamus. As for washing my hair, I have yet to manage that one, stay tuned as I’m sure it will be epic. So far I’ve been able to use a shower somewhere when my hair needed a shampoo, but I think one day soon I’ll need to sort out how to get my dark tresses smelling fresh and soft in the bus.

The daisy curtains completely enclose around the bus so I can strip down naked to get clean and dressed all in total privacy. It’s like living in a live Tetris game, and I must only put things back in exactly the one place where they belong. I have ‘lost’ things in the bus which drives me nuts bc almost everything is within arms reach (or two arms reach), so the fact that I can’t find something is appalling. If I cant find it, it’s because I did not put it back in the proper place which brings on a plethora of self-chastisement.

I feel a bit like a dog, because everywhere I go I’ve likely dumped my ‘bath water’ and chamber pot adventures in the grass thereby competing with local mutts for seniority. I wonder what they think of when they stop to investigate a grassy knoll I have claimed as my own?

copper falls and cozy slippers

Northern Wisconsin is beautiful. I headed to copper falls and found that my fear of running out of gas was unfounded as long as I filled up frequently. Planning ahead for where the gas stations were in the small towns along the way was a great way to relieve my worry of being gasless (well seamus being gasless anyway).

The further north and north/east I drove, sure enough the rugged terrain brought on a sense of masculinity in the air. The presence of more wild animals brings on the presence of more testosterone. I love the feel of an area where I know there are mountain men or bushmen present. The raw animalistic nature of the earth brings out the same in people.

I planned to see a Copper Falls on the advice of a friend and to the tune of $11 US I was allowed to drive to the parking lot and take the 1.7 mile hike through the forest and past the three water fall areas. I decided to go through the hike backwards, that is not walking backwards, but I started at the end and ended at the beginning. The reason for this is so that I am not stuck behind or in front of the same tourists as we all walk through the loop. Plus, if you go in reverse, you cross paths with more new faces.

This hike is also wheel chair accessible. I loved the smell of the air and nature all around. There is also a camp ground here.

Onward and driving further north in Wisconsin the rugged remote feel of the landscape was invigorating and I found a nice place to pull over on the highway overlooking Lake Superior.

I LOVE sleeping in my bus. I fell asleep to the sound of the waves and woke up to the sound of the waves.

Driving with cozy slippers on is my new favourite thing. Spending hours driving is better in soft plush slippers…

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Laundry day

So today is the day my ‘hamper’ is full, mind you it does not take much to fill it. A pair of pants, a top, some socks and underwear and maybe a tea towel and its time to do laundry. I pulled out my R2D2 unit and got my utility water ready.

In my bus I have a large bpa free water container with a spout that I use for bathing and for washing whatever needs washing. When I do laundry i use 3/4 of this large container so need to refill it before I hit the road again.

Fill up the unit to approximately half full (there is a line inside the tub to guide this measurement), add soap to the top in the 5ml divot in the white steel ball lid, cover up and start pedalling.

I love this thing. What I do is step on the pedal a few times to make sure all the clothes are wet then let it soak a bit, pedal a bit, soak a bit, etc. Which I feel gives the clothes time to de-stink and get clean. Overall I pedal for about 20 minutes total without the wait times.

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I usually brace the other side with my other foot to keep the machine steady. You can pedal this unit pretty fast especially when you’re spinning the clothes dry after a rinse cycle and it needs to be stabilized, which I do with a hug type hold. I also don’t put my full weight on it as it is not designed to hold up a person. So I’m careful to be aware of not stressing out the housing of the R2 unit.

Wash cycle, one normal water level rinse cycle and one small quick rinse to remove any excess soap and its time to hang them on the clothes line in the bus! While I drive, these clothes dry in a couple of hours and I’m able to take them off the line.

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The bus got a full cleaning out as well, taking everything out, sweeping and reorganizing for the next leg of my trip. And… my bedding all got washed! It’s all fresh, and I’m all fresh, Seamus and I are almost ready to take off towards Saulte Saint Marie, Ontario, then on to Tobermory and down beside the lake to London Ontario.

 

 

The most useful ‘on the road’ item in seamus

Several years ago I pre-bought a foot pedalled laundry tub on a hope and a prayer that it was not a scam. And thank goodness, it turned out to be one of the coolest things I have purchased (other than Seamus, because Seamus is the coolest thing I have ever purchased (my ipad is a close second to that) and gone into debt over (house exempt as I have to live somewhere)). And if all those brackets turned out to make sense, we are all doing well!

I know you’re wondering how I manage the call of nature while on the road for extended periods of time, and if you weren’t wondering you should have been, and if you were wondering but didn’t want to admit you were wondering, don’t be so worried about what’s proper because we all need to do these things or we would likely explode. Before your mind wanders too far ahead and thinking I’ve somehow turned my foot pedalled laundry tub into a toilet, well, I haven’t but it does play a small role. As a matter of fact, so does the famous Pampered Chef microwave veggie steamer pot. This steamer has become my chamber pot (you’ll be comforted to know I no longer use it for cooking veggies, it’s been permanently re-purposed).

This is the laundry machine: I call it R2D2

Inside the machine there is a stainless steel ball with a little lid at the top to add in clothes and when I was laying in my VW bed I realized that the hole in the steel ball is the same size as my veggie steamer chamber pot!

The only issue was how to keep the steel ball from rotating or shifting while I ‘hovered’ over it to use it as a support for my chamber pot, so towels were stuffed along the sides to keep the ball still.

Voila! Now it’s a little chamber pot holder for hovering over when my body needs to release some excess water.

Additionally to this purpose, the laundry tub serves also as a laundry hamper for my dirty items waiting to be cleaned. (Post on doing laundry coming in a few days as my ‘hamper’ is getting full!). Below you can see dirty (and cant smell thankfully) items of clothing.

All in all, it has three main purposes now and life would be much more difficult without this Yirego miracle. And as an added bonus, if we have a zombie apocalypse and a power outage, I can have april fresh clothes while I’m running from those brainless creatures.

As for my morning ‘constitution’ I drive to the nearest restaurant and order something small on the menu as a form of payment for using their washroom.

Mystery solved. Washing my hair is a bigger pain in the hole but the morning ritual of sponge bathing is a cinch and takes only about 10 minutes in total before I’m fresh as a daisy and ready for another day.

Seamus Does Wisconsin

August 24th me and Seamus ventured out towards Wisconsin via Chicago. Destination: Eau Claire. My apprehensions about Seamus blowing up from overheating were very real and I imagined I would be stranded on the side of the road in some po-dunk part of the US with a seized engine and nothing but my knitting to keep me company.

With new tires, full oil and a newly re-attached voltage regulator I was packed up and gone by 6am, headed for the Sarnia border. Then ten minutes in I realized I had NO cash on hand either in Canadian or US currency, so I pulled off the highway before leaving Canada to get some cash and as soon as I crossed the border and stopped for gas I took out some American cash.

First observation: Americans are aggressive and discourteous drivers as a whole. I was cut off more times than I can count and nearly side swiped several times, which angered me given the relic vehicle I was driving. I thought driving in Toronto was bad but compared to here, Toronto drivers are lovingly patient and safe (which they are not).

Crossing the Blue Water Bridge:

The bank I went to in the US is “the fifth third bank”, which had me re-reading the name several times trying to make sense of the name. Then I saw that the logo was “5/3” and it made a bit more sense, but not much. Every time I come to the US I feel like an alien. I don’t seem to know how anything works. I always think Canada and the US are so similar but really we are not. Buying gas here requires me to pre-pay inside, then go out and pump the gas. We don’t do this in Canada, its pump and go in the North!

Driving through Illinois was Illannoying! There is a toll station so frequently that I can barely get the bus up to 60 miles an hour before having to pull off again and pay another $1.50. I could barely wait to get into Wisconsin just so I could make better time not having to pull off and pay a toll every 5 minutes.

The bus needs to cool off about every 3 hours, not because it has broken down by driving longer, but because I feel like it needs a rest. I find I am unwilling to push it too far beyond what I have already, not wanting to tempt fate into giving me a breakdown. On a gas note, higher octane makes the engine run more smoothly and when I turn off the ignition it does not sputter for an additional billion seconds like some dying cow hanging on to life with its hooves.

Just after one of the billions of Illinois toll stations, I pulled over and put my feet up for half an hour while Seamus cooled off, with open engine hatch to speed the cooling off period a bit. I also had to pee so made use of my unique patented system (not really) but it is neat. More to come on that later.

By about 7:30 pm or so I realized I was not going to make it all the way to Eau Claire. I had already been driving for so long. I needed to find a safe place to pull over and sleep.

I find the signs on the side of the highway a bit redundant and obvious. Things like “avoid rear end collisions” and “Stay on road” seem to be stating what anyone with a license should already be doing. Then the sign that said “highway, do not follow” seemed confusing. It was in a construction zone and I think it meant to NOT follow the highway because it was being diverted from its normal pathway. Duly noted.

My all time favourite thing about driving the bus is that now and then someone will give me a salute, thumbs up, head nod, or will straight up yell “I love the bus” in affirmation. Seamus makes people smile. At least once a trip I am asked if he is for sale. Hells bells no he’s not. He’s mine all mine!

So, I looked on my map for a green blob of colour on my route and came up with the Rock Cut State Park in Illinois, just south of Madison Wisconsin. I drove there and asked if they had a place I could park my bus and sleep and for 12$ I got a front row seat to the lake.

It was a beautiful sleep. The next day I woke up and drove to Madison where I met a friend for coffee and a photo of me beside the iron statue of Hans somebody, a well sculpted specimen of man. His beard was well shaped.

Madison is a pretty city, with water in it and nice buildings in the capital square. After coffee was done, I headed off to Eau Claire. And now I am in bed, a real bed, ready to sleep.

 

Finally home (again)

On February 23, 2019 I was finally able to pick Seamus up from the VW specialist, complete with safety papers, a licence plate (another one, since I left the first set I bought 2 hours away in my house and had to go to the ministry to buy a second set for the trip home) and snacks for me to eat while driving. I can’t wait for winter to end so I can get in this bus and drive it around. And special thanks to my friend Ed who picked me up at almost the crack of morning (but a bit later than that) to drive me all the way to Welland to pick Seamus up.

The trip home was freezing. Despite the massive amount of dollars I spent on a defrost system (and heat system) which is required for it to pass the safety, the term ‘heat’ is not as one would expect. Heat in the bus consists of barely enough of a trickle spilling onto the windscreen to keep it defrosted. This is not a winter vehicle. My ankles were near frozen off my legs after 3 hours driving home. I only went about 80 kms / hour so as not to tax the bus too much, so what was a 2 hour drive there, was at least a 3 hour drive back home. I was high on fumes and had a two day headache, I’m sure I’m a few brain cells short as well but I’m over the moon. It’s my bus and I love it, and who needs heat in the summer? And I’ll be driving with the windows down in the summer so I don’t need to worry about the fumes either.

This is him in my driveway. I started him up a week after I got him home and he grumbled and complained, but started with some coaxing. LOVE does not describe how I feel about this darn bus.

Seamus at a VW specialist!

I decided Seamus needs someone who really ‘gets’ how he ticks (if only we were all so lucky). So, he’s been towed to ‘John’s Bug Shop’, in Welland. It’s a long way away but I had several conversations with Bill, one of the staff there and felt they were in a great position to get him where he should be so I can take him on a real adventure, and more importantly, get him properly safetied and roadworthy.

 

So I rode in the truck all the way up, with the nice tow man who secured Seamus to the truck to keep him steady and secure. It was a long ordeal from start to finish: 4:30-7:30 in total. But Seamus was parked and I opened up all the doors and sat inside working until my ride came to pick me up (Thanks again Ed!). If the shape of the other two buses on the lot there are any indication, Seamus will be running smoothly in no time. Take a look at Seamus’ new friend.

This yellow bus is just like Seamus, but with a different top that appears to be a ‘pop top’. And so at approximately 9:30 pm, I left Seamus in the lot to wait for the shop to open the next day when some skilled VW docs could get up in his business and tell me whats what. Had a great chat meeting with Caleb who works there and has his own relic Beetle Bug.

And so…. now I wait! My driveway looks terrible without Seamus.