I wanted to incorporate more of my character traits into the blog.
Below is a video of describing my alcohol stove with accessories and improvements that can be made. There is also comparison for pros and cons with comparison to Propane and Wood Stove. The little things add up. Hiking the Appalachian Trail for seven months helped with strategy for reducing backpack weight.
Below are some jokes found on the web the first section helps give description to my romantic side.
Why did the mountain break up with the hill? It found someone more uplifting! Nature is full of puns, and they’re always on the trail.
Why did the hiker break up with his girlfriend? She kept saying, “Let’s take the path less traveled!”
Why did the hiking couple break up? They just couldn’t find common ground!
What do you call a hiker who loves to dance? A “rock and roll” enthusiast!
This section accommodates feet jokes good for displaying how I get the ladies to check out my strong legs.
Why was the hiker always calm? Because he knew how to take things one step at a time!
What’s a hiker’s favorite type of footwear? Trail runners!
What did the hiker say when he found a lost shoe? “Looks like I found a sole mate!”
This section gives insight on how philosophically deep I am.
Why did the hiker always carry a mirror? A: To reflect on his journey!
Why did the hiker always carry a camera? To capture the “peak” moments!
Why did the hiker sit down on the trail? He wanted to take a break from all the “uphill” battles!
Why did the hiker bring a friend? To share the “ups and downs” of the trail!
The last section gives insight to my suaveness
Why did the hiker bring a shovel? To dig the great outdoors!
Remember what initially made this push contributes to all of the chain reactions afterwards. When my ex-wife made the decision that would effect my entire life I was incapable of gathering my belongings. I remember the event as clear as day still to this moment. She is Chinese and in her culture she stated you are not a true Beijing person unless you have gone to jail. Remember how abusive she was to my ex-stepdaughter who I miss dearly today along with abusing me I am still awestruck to this day how things turned out. I remember thinking and being told by my mother that she was going to get me in trouble someday and it turned out to be right. She worked in the Chinese military and part of her job was stated,” The Art of Deception”. I usually struggled with trusting her therefore we never had any children of our own. I really wanted to be a dad, but she made me feel uncomfortable bringing another child into this world. I believe the date was March 6th 2022 when she punched me repeatedly and as I went to turn away she hit me in my right collar bone spraining her thumb and mentioning it to me, which I suggested ice and ibuprophen. The police were always harassing me in this neighborhood Beaverton, OR Washington Co. We lived above a marijuana shop that had been broke in more than once so police seemed to be stopping by at any disturbance. The police officer called her and she made up a story about how she hurt her thumb. Turns out the noise disturbance later was stated in court by a witness hearing the noise disturbance found that plumbers across the street were making noises with there tools. With this noise and her ease of lying she made a decision that lead to our divorce. I was walking my two malamute dogs the next morning when I was arrested on probably cause.
I fought the case and went to trial hoping in my heart she would come fourth and tell the truth, but it was heard she had been threatened if her story changed she would be in big trouble. Remembering her fear of getting her child taken away by the child’s biological father if she was deported to China or ever went back the incentive to keep the false narrative over valuing our relationship other weighed me. I was heart broken at trial. It seemed she tried to tell the truth, but eventually the radical prosecutor(feeling) got her way. I was punished severely as I stood up for myself and with the (feeling) gross negligence of the public defender (“,feeling”public pretender) attorney the bais judge (feeling(, corrupt police enforcement (feeling) and unconstitutional court room (feeling) I was convicted of the first crime ever in my entire life. They throw the book at me. I got no second chances. None of my family members believed it would happen as we were all literally dumbstruck. Many of the family members did not support me during this time and I haven’t talked to them since, which brings many mixed emotions. I lost everything. I lost my dogs, my ball python vanished, car was stolen and the police who confiscated my phone which had exculpatory evidence on it had lost my phone. Not only was some of the evidence falsely represented, but anything that would help me seemed to be missing in the day of judge of what I call the court rooms door to satan’s army. During this process my mother had took what she thought was mine and throw it in a storage room in Beaverton.
About 4 months ago I cleared out this storage room taking weeks to reorganize it. The chains of my past being tied to this disgusting county were now somewhat separated and I had felt relieved I would never have to go back there again. I moved to Salem, OR to help with the healing process not long after released from a sentence. I wanted to die and was in a deep depression for longer than I can remember. Getting back on my feet had become harder than nailing jello to a tree.
However as time pasted I licked my wounds best I could and tried to move on knowing I was now labeled as a women abuser, which couldn’t be further from the truth. I am protective of women and a gentlemen. My ex-wife stated in court that the charges did not occur, but her story reported to the police was contradictory to the truth and the judge mentioned,” Often times a women will change her story to get her partner out of trouble like she is doing (might not be verbatim but close) “. What ever she stated his intentions were clear that he was going to believe the worse story possible even when it was completely ridiculous. My ex-wife thought we would get back together and was told she tried to come see me many times as I waited in county jail for my trail date which was reschedule like 5 times. The county mentally and physically tortured me (feeling), which is believed and told by many as there method to get the defendant to take a plea deal (“There is lots of evidence to support the above feelings). My honor, pride and reputation got in the way of me taking any plea deal from satan’s army. I had to follow through believing the worse that could happen should be infinestially small. Boy was I wrong. To this day there is an appeal in place, which I have little to no hope i’ll get any fare trial in this district nor the supreme court of Oregon. My only hopes were to get it moved nationally to be trailed out of state or see the American Civil Liberty Union (ACLU) audit the state, which they have been close to doing for many years. This would be the second state they have audited the government if they do so, which it desperately needs. Oregon is infamous for being unconstitutional and well known for there public defending system to be broken. Many describe Oregon as a women state who hate men. I couldn’t agree more.
For over a year now i’ve been trying to get an apartment and have been denied for various reasons such as bad credit and false criminal record. However, living in Salem is night and day compared to the place I was living when this catastrophe occurred. My name had been dragged in the dirt and I was shredded of any dignity. I do not like living here but am forced to until the kangaroo court deems it ok for me to leave. The courts still haunt me today and I am threatened in court to change my story to fit there false narrative. They do not like it when man stand up for themselves and seem to have no boundary when it comes to getting there way, but my posture has not changed. The government system here is completely broken ran by a bunch of people who went to school to be good at arguing. I’ve had many people suggest that I become a lawyer, but the very thought appalls me. I see this career as a downgrade from being an engineer and unworthy of my attention. Going to college to become good at arguing or going to a fixed court room is beneath me. I couldn’t degrade myself to this level.
The last few months I have been challenged to survive and make it through each month, which is really not much different since I was released from county. However, the results was putting my graduate project on the back burner and building the foundation of my international travel journalism non-profit organization career along with my business plans.
As I started this move into international travel journalism each over night hiking adventure was front loaded, which is a old phrase from the military. I believe it means that I am throwing my gear in a bag hastefully and testing the waters. The gear is old an problematic along with not complete. I’ve been ill prepared for the adventures, but still find a sense of peace from each one. I had told myself many years ago if I was not married and had a family by the time I was finished with graduate school that I would pursue this dream of becoming an international nomadic mechanizer. I miss the family life, my precious step daughter and being cared for along with caring deeply for my significant other. However, I have not even tried the dating scene lately and put fourth everything into this dream. Its hard and depressing at times, but it feels like the best way to move forward and seems to be helping with the healing process.
Tonight I am burning the midnight oil prepping everything for one of the most difficult and longest hikes unassisted of my life. Very grateful that the owner of Isaac’s community garden has agreed to let me put together a rapid prototype for testing humidity, temperature and moisture in the soil in there garden area I need to do that before I leave town to start the next journey. I quickly grabbed a bunch of microcontroller stuff out of my storage locker two days ago leaving the public storage gates at 8:58 pm. If I had tried to leave two minutes later I would have been locked inside until the next morning at 6am. I know about this policy because it happened the day i used a uhaul to move my stuff there Salem, OR from Beaverton, OR. The place I am at couch surfing I must depart asap before getting my good friend in trouble. There is a law that you can not stay at someones place on a lease for more than 14 days. And some places in can mean accumulative over a six month period. I do not want to cause him problems it would effect me deeply. So I humbly start my next adventure today. At 5pm I am planning on taking a bus from Salem to Mill, OR to start a 3 week expedition rockhounding and gold mining. This bus trip only cost $1.60. I have planned it out dodiligently.
I am unsure to this moment if I will even be able to pick up my backpack. Each expedition this being the third in the last few months my backpack had weighed tremendous amounts. Moving it was on monumental task. Recalling moving it a couple hundred feet to be a new record. Preparing for the international travel journalism I intentional challenge myself to go big and max the weight far beyond what is comfortable for the bag i’m carrying. I have learned a lot from these trips and the preparation along with having many authentic encounters. Also this lifestyle is cheap. The gear I plan to carry follows kits for rock hounding, gold mining, fishing, microcontroller projects and several other miscelanous items. A homeless gentleman gave me a chromatic harmonic made in Germany, which will be in my backpack along with swimming gear for swimming many spots in hopes of finding way to heavy rocks to add to my backpack weight. I’ve managed to get a pretty good list together for gear this time around improving as it goes with each expedition, but some of the gear is old and not worthy of what I fantasize about when it comes to the copacetic setup I hope to have in the future. There will be a lot of upgrades hopefully in the future. I plan on looking for sponsors after this trip replacing some of my cheap gear such as waterproof pants and coat. I do have nice boots now and a few other items that will remain in my bag. I do not think I will freeze all night like I did on my second trip over in Bend, OR. However, the rockhounding and gold mining gears is quite heavy and I am concerned i’ll not be able to pack everything I want in the backpack. This will not stop me from trying. A lot of my food list is in powder form or dehydrated. I bought a dehydrator to save money, weight and cubic inches in my 80l backpack. Having so much stuff in this form I am hoping the bag will be manageable. The first part of walking about 0.8 miles is the first challenge I take to the nearest bus. From there I will probably collapse on the bus until I get to the connecting bus to take me to Mill town. The hike is about a 170 miles from there to the beautiful Sisters town, which is my first resupply if you can call it that. My funds are limited to about 10 dollars until the first of the month. I am going to be an expect in being frugal and conservative. Hopefully, catch lots of fish and squirrels with my plan of the autonomous squirrel trap rapid prototype. I’ve never ate squirrel before but if I catch one I won’t let it go to waste haha. I also hope to become better at foraging for food along with finding some valuable rocks and minerals. The hiking I built was made with Gaia maps app. It took me over a week to build it. Here is a picture of it below:
Much of the hike I will not be on a trial. I will be visiting many spots I read that are good for rockhounding and finding precious metals such as gold. The Galena ridge is what I am mostly concerned about at this point it is about 60 miles into the hike. The Gaia map shows the elevation change to be insane. I haven’t decided if I will pack some rope to help complete that part. It would seem I have some rock climbing to do, but we will see. I’ll take it slow and hopefully a path will be formulated. I think there are two waterfalls on this route I have to climb or get around with no trail insight according to many sources. I am indifferent with how I feel with finding heavy rocks before this section. I am trying to go a path that most people wouldn’t to improve my discovery of valuable stuff, which in this context is heavy rocks haha. My pick hammer (which is probably considered a deadly weapon according to kagaroo court so I have to get permission to use it. I have to sign documents with a crayon) last big part of my rockhounding kit is suppose to be mailed here before 8am.
This next expedition was set to head to Emerald Pools, one of Oregon’s best swimming spots, along with a good place to find interesting rocks. Talking to a good friend, Ladell, we’ve discussed perspectives and methods of collecting resources along with sustainability, waste management, and geology. His perspective and way of thinking piqued my interest.
Soon later, I used apps like Rockhound, Gaia, and AllTrials Learning, stating, “Crooke County is the biggest hounding location in the world.” Crooke County is about another 130 -150 miles further past emerald pools. Curiously, I called one of my friends who recently moved from Salem, OR, to see where he now resided. It turns out he lives in Prineville, which is a part of Crooke Co. I told him I was coming to visit, which is about 200 miles away. He asked, “How are you getting here”. I quickly responded that I was walking. Being a marine vet, he suggested meeting me somewhere along the way and asking that I tell him when I leave. Even though it will probably take me two to three weeks, he wants to know when I will start. Jokingly, I agreed and said he had better get ready soon. I hope to introduce him to one of the new websites just made; just make Podbean or/and YouTube and embed it on WordPress.
Preparing for this trip I am doing a lot of research preparing my route. With Gaia maps I am able to make waypoints and a route. I noticed the hiking trails connect on the way to Crooke Co., but go every way except straight. Walking this route suddenly became unappealing. Reflecting on being a nomad and interest in miscellaneous adventures I wondered why am I organizing it this way and can I do it more from the cuff? I have spent many hours reviewing but hiking trails, waterways and other things of interest mainly rockhounding locations and begun to prepare for a much different trip. The goal is to eventually end up in Prineville or start my adventure from there.
People ask when will you get back. I really do not know. I am unsure, but something I am considering for my way back is taking a canoe or kayak back from Cottage Groove to Salem on the Willamette scenic river. If I go this route I would probably find a cheap canoe on craiglist someone down in southwest Oregon and find connecting bodies of water to get to the Willamette river. This is on the opposite side of the state so getting there is still to be determined as well.
Crooke Co and many surronding areas are good for rockhounding. I was waypoints on my Gaia map for great locations trying to figure out a good route to hit as many of them as possible at a good pace. There is a lot of national parks and hiking trails in north east OR, which pulls me to start the expedition out there. In the top right corner of OR inflows the snake river. If I can get a boat and start up there then float down snake along the Idaho and OR coast. One of the top scenic areas here is the Hells canyon. It looks beautiful from the pictures. “Hells Canyon is significantly deeper than the Grand Canyon, reaching a depth of about 7,993 feet”. Eventually I would ditch the boat and hike west towards Crooke Co hopefully hitting and amazing rockhounding route. I have looked at some of the pictures along a the way seeing blue butte, red bed and many other butte’s all explained to be great places to find cool rocks. Here is a picture found online for the blue butte below.
I think it looks really cool. There are so many places in this area just as cool as this area. Fingers crossed in finding a blue lightening rock. Thanks to Jonnie Richardson and his family I was able to review areas mentioned on there family business website. From what I understand this family resides at the Richardson’s rock ranch. I will be reaching out to this family soon via email to hopefully get an interview and to check out all the cool rocks. Maybe they would even consider my services as an engineer. Maybe telling them Grandma Lindberg was a rock cutter will help break the ice. Here is a link to that site if you want to learn more:
Native American History is one of my favorite history subjects to study in the US. While reviewing the Richardson’s website I came across a legend told from long ago.
According to legend, Thundereggs were so named by Native Americans of Central Oregon. The natives of this region are said to have believed these strange, agate-filled stones were missiles thrown by angry, fighting “Thunder Spirits” or “Gods” who dwelt on Mount Jefferson and nearby Mount Hood, two of the several snow-capped peaks high in the Cascade Range. The Native Americans thought when thunderstorms occurred these rival, jealous gods hurled large numbers of the round-shaped rocks at each other in furious anger. Thus, according to Native American legend, Thundereggs were scattered over the high plateaus of Central Oregon
I am preparing to leave for this trip and waiting for backpacking supplies to come in the mail hopefully before Tuesday. I have a few microcontrollers projects for this trip and Isaac community garden that will need to be set up hopefully over the weekend. One of the things in the mail is a lightweight portable solar panel and charger. The charger takes AA and AAA so I figure these batteries can be used as battery packs for my Arduino projects. I was thinking about doing some environmental science experiments and figuring out how and where to log it. I am also interested in finding precious metals so a sensor or sensors needs to be selected for data sample on that end as well . One rapid prototype I’ve wanted to make for a while is the autonomous snare trap. I would have a snare that is trigger for example by an objects distance to am ultra sonic range finder sensor. Using a microcontroller for this might be overkill. I need to do more research to figure out if I can build the system with a relay apparatus. The electrical parts minus the power source if just IC (Integrated Circuits) are use cost might be less than a dollar if bought in bulk. It looks like the lightest range finder is about 4 grams. It looks like the NE555P IC weights about 0.9 grams. This equipment would not take up much room in the bag.
The problem with the arduino is I need an Arduino IDE (Interactive Development Environment) platform to load the code onboard, which can not be done by phone. So I would have to have like a pc or something. However, I just checked there are apps that can load code onto arduino from phone. Later on I hope to get a souped up computer for nomadic coding at such, but have to remain humble for now. A lot of my gear is outdated and old, which reminds me to not try anything to crazy, but soon I think I will be prepared to get on the PCT (Pacific Crest Trail). It is much colder up there and do not have the setup for it yet. Although I do have good boots, but I am still skeptical. It would be nice to not be absolutely dreadful the entire adventure haha. I’m hoping to get a hold of some retailers after this expedition to see about starting some partnership’s. I think i’m along ways from getting sponsored by Red Bull. You have to do some pretty crazy stuff to get sponsored by them. Maybe i’ll save that sponsorship pitch for when I go to the amazon to wrestle an anaconda only partly joking. Tonight I need to gut out my phone and clean it. The install peripherals and cpu into the new housing module. If that works out the rockhounding route should be ready to be on point. Cheers
When I tell people I am going to do something when I was younger I was stubborn to not change my mind. This mindset was part of the reason why I was hiking the Appalachian Trail. I remember making 20 boxes of about 10 days of food and mailing them out along the Appalachian trail with an ETA (Estimated Arrival Time) The shipping cost if I recall right was over a $1500 and the food inside the boxes was well over 2k. So you might say I felt obligated in a way to get those boxes. The Mississippi trip I made promises to sponsors and news outlets making hard to take back what I had set out to do take a hybrid kayak-Canoe down the entire Mississippi river. When thinking about these trips post completion the mental weight of having the task ahead of me for the AT (Appalachian trail) at times gave me the heaviest feeling in my gut. I knew I had certain fortitude and ringing out would take a knock out I had a lions heart like rocky balboa. These thoughts would make my stomach feel even heavier. The green trail felt like it went forever. The first few days hiking I went like 5-8 miles a day making my fifth day around 30 miles of 2185miles. I guess I tried to push this thought away of how little I had done. I believe the adventure installed the ability for me to accomplish long longevity task. The hike overall was one of the best adventures of my life. You could the hiker community had renewed my faith in mankind. My ability to be present and listen showing interest after hiking mail drop to mail drop was maximized. The feeling of the hiker high me and other hiker friends were entirely sure how to explain it, but it was like a euphoria. The stress in your life wasn’t the same. You could very much so control and take out variables that caused emotional earthquake. Most on the trail were calm and collected. Nevertheless I remember many times during the hike my mind getting swallowed into loneliness or isolation. In order to get better at handling this I felt the need to recreate the environment repeatedly but also was shy of the deep dive it took each time of the high board. This is a metaphor for picking up my mail drop and heading back into the woods alone for another week or two. Each time I took the plunge you might say the pattern of thoughts in isolation became more sturdy. I did not spend as much time as improving my hiking gear and situation, but I did get strong legs. When the hike was done it was bitter sweet.
Thinking about the Mississippi trip post to the event had a different feel intensity and the settling feeling was something of the matured feeling I had from taking the plunge so many times on the AT. This trip correlated to the At as I knew or felt it would help me resolve deep seated internal conflict. Also getting away from the busy life with all the technology being overstimulated as some would say was also welcomed. I was looking for a reset. The Mississippi trip occurred right after I got out of active duty and finished my associates degree in general science along with certs in manufacturing and welding. I was taking the approach different this time. I recall entertaining forestry businesses with joining conservative experts. I went to many museums and monuments. The adventure was beautiful and I only almost died like twice. I was a wild renaissance man during this trip paddling across dark lakes connected to the river at night to go to casinos and talk to people on yachts. Many opportunity’s presented itself s to add color or layers of events making the overall journey more like a wild west film. During this trip I also isolated, but this time there was another reason. It had to do with inducing creativity. However clearing my mind was often a prerequisite. I felt somewhat obliged to go to all these museums and seek abstract encounters not really paying attention to my gear and how I can improve as an outdoors man. Both of these trips I kind of trapped myself into it coming to fruition because I knew past feelings often would suggest to not do it. My ego was beaten through physiological manipulation.
Fast forward 9 years and im 36. I remember telling myself if I graduate my MS in Renewable Energy Engineering and i’m not married than I will become an international travel journalist. Manipulating myself to do this task seems more challenging. However I do feel a need for doing it. The need was more clear during my last few over nighters. I am practicing now for this epic adventure. And I am approaching with solidity and discipline. I can make my own way I believe as my grad project has been said to be patent-able. My dream of being an inventor has come true and now I want to drown in the pool of creativity. Its really a perfect challenge to prove that a life with many vectors outside of the norm can have significant outcomes. I hope to transcribe that meaning through this journey. I’ve done a couple over night trips the last 30 days and realize how much I have forgot about backpacking. I also realize how juvenile my techniques were. This next hike i am trying to focus on a heart high nutritional value diet. I also want to not rush this journey but to take it as it comes and allow for perplexity to form through repetition and trial and error. I dont know where im two on this next 5-7 day journey, but I do know I dont have much choice in the matter when it comes to camping. My coach surfing will be postpone for another week and maybe get an apartment soon. The build up for this adventure and foundation is a slow moving giant. Using certain optimism and philosophy it deems important to not allow myself to feel isolated. My last overnight trip I felt like everyone not camping was not having a good life like me. Your stuck in a matrix maybe. Im unclear where my simplistic reasoning and logical thinking is pulled from the most but traveling is said to be one of the best ways to learn and im ready to take that task on.
Turns out I have three website domains MechantronicEngineerTraveler.wordpress
Or
NomadicMechanizer.wordpress
Can’t not afford a premium model until the first. The dry run had me on my toes but I did gain some knowledge from it. Most of my notes are on my handheld recorder. Doing interviews of various people from various places helping me understand the world more for my travelersssssssss……… An unfortunate event caused for a risk management task. Turns out I was horrible at backpacking. Even with overnight bag packing it seems if you dont use it you lose it. The first day camping up in bend I was comfortably uncomfortable for most of the night. I was in a hemmock around 4000 elevation further north or Oregon. The hemmock straps were not long enough to camp in my stealth camping ground so I had to cut two of the ssmaller straps for carrying accessories. It hurt on the inside, but I see reward for it. The straps cut off were tied in a square not and measured with the two trees and the extra 18 inches. I notices the hip straps had another 12 inches if tied in square knot or if belt buckle could hold the weight of the hemmock on one side. The hip belt had been ran through a clip to allow tightening to be an ease. This the straps folder over and sewed it made for a better handle for tightening up the hip belt and also made sure it would not unravel is hip belt was two loose. There were two fold overs so I cut one and was able to maneuver the straps through the the hip holder pins. Tieing this I felt for certain I would manage now. New Hemmock Strap Backpack strap in development…
Little did I know there was much barbwire in this camping spot of my stealth ninja bed zone xyz. Some of it must had been wrapped around hte tree for years since it was swallowed by the tree deeply seated into the tree with no visible wire a true deformity of nature and barb wire. great ideas…. Skull art tree trunk still alive… FIRE
The barbwire was sturdy enough to tie one side of the hemmock. The other side used the remaining straps. The hemmock fell into a very nice grove maybe similiar to a two-three deer bed with a natural scope surve similiar to the hemmock. The hemmock curvature was more like 0.012x^2 and the land was sort of 0.034x^2. Some insulation was given from two tree trunks and much ground debri mostly in the form of pine needles. A lot of insulation. Food from the store sitting on a tarp for me to much on. The freeze came harder then expected. The hemmock still had many cold spots managed somewhat by moving extra clothing and managing the sleeping bap part. Still as the nice persist and i grew tireder the cold spots still came and would. some of my clothes and insulators were still out side of the tent but i could have used them. it wasnt my coldest camping trip. nope the coldest was clingmans dome in a ice storm… However, i was not prepared. didnt even have a night light. the list of things i am missing is long and creative landscaape is a skaters dream…
The roller coastal in the Bart Simpsons TV show kind of explains my life lately. The bumps, curves breaks of the ride delivering a full spectrum of uncontrolled chaos. I want to get more of my notes together and continue forward working through the blog. Admittedly, today the true definition of being homeless sinks in deep into the grains of my mind. It is embarrassing to admit such a thing. What is homelessness? Technically I still have a tent, sleeping bag and some kitchen wear for backpacking. The backpacking list is nowhere near its completion. I am forcing myself to rely on creativity to get a new summit breaking old glass ceilings. I could reach out for help with certain shelters, but they do not appeal to me. The rules and restrictions and counteractive to my freelance and creative adventure. These shelters are much different than the Appalachian shelters. It is not a place made for hiking specifically. These shelters are more controlled almost like a prison structure. Perhaps becoming more humble will make this sort of place a good reset location. It is hard to examine the needs of living nomadic ally and what a oasis is and what forms are good for travel journalist flow and hardship. This adventure started a few days ago was not planned as a perfect case scenario hike, kayak, bike or any other specific means of a travel adventure. This adventure currently has me sitting in a coffee shop downtown Salem. Beautiful women are constantly walking by. It is all to easy to get distracted. I should write more about why I am here and what I currently am carrying. I was able to get back to my storage locker earlier and drop off my backpacking gear. I need to be back there soon or the night will come with many cool breezes as my on hand gear is no where near efficient enough to survive comfortable through the night waiting for storage locker to reopen for a the next business day. . The outfit is shorts and a t-shirt. A good pair of walking shoes and a hat with a 360 brim. Every part of the day seems to often to be getting by with the skin of my teeth. The camping spot possible is random and uncertain near storage unit. Finances are extremely tight. Survival versatility is constant test of my inner strength. How to challenge the status quo. How to reveal the road of a creative expert travel journalist and be effective, having the worlds disciples or interested people gravitate to a new march of my own drum beat. A science of creativity, novel living and being nomadic. Many questions in my head. I’ll depart from the shop soon. Until I sort of my mobile hotspot and other means of internet the blog entrys are somewhat more cumbersum or challenging. I was able to recovery this blog password. Making one thing a success today. Make a blog entry. Phone is charging as well and portable battery. Along with dab pen. Most journalist notes are in my recorder. It is hoped to consolidate all notes and get the nomadic mechanization dry run some what organized and acted upon. Methods for portable energy is probably first and foremost of important along with a portable solar shower. Once the gear comes together a portable engineering lab should and will be formulating. First big project that comes to mind is the autonomous snare trap. Indefinite nomadic mechanizer limits have none stated boundarys. This gives flavor and taste to the inventors heart. Will people some day they I am like if Tarzan and Mcgeyver had a bay? Many I believe dream of a algoritmic situation for jungle homestead. A wilderness with tailored equipment to avert to a innovative series of anomalies.
