Let's Call This The Halloween Edition

I woke up, wide awake, at 5:00am.  I was a time zone over at this point and so I suppose the body was claiming it to not be entirely out of line. I needed to log into work at nine but rather than just hang out in the van I decided to get on the road for a couple of hours.  It was beautiful driving.  Much better than the rainy night before.  Beautiful country at first, but then moving into perfectly flat land, vast farm fields and trains it took miles to pass.

A couple of hours later I was passing through Kansas and I started to watch for a town to come up.  There were not many but finally at a bend in the road there one was.  I got off the highway and drove around a bit.  It seemed like a quiet little town but it was  early.  No shortage of parking spots. I pulled into a side street shaded by a building to keep the van cool, but good visibility to the north for my satellite dish.  By exactly 8am I was parked beside the Rexford Kansas post office. Starlink dish on the roof of the van and not really thinking at all about what was outside my steel walls.  It was a town.  Just as anonymous to me as I was to it.  

Lunchtime came and I remembered seeing a sign for a diner. I thought I would sample the local fare. It was after piling out of the van and walking around I realized the downtown was essentially abandoned.  There was not a single open business on the entire main street.  Instead there was religion.  A church owns every building and the town seems to be converted to a bible camp.  I got a whole Children of the Corn vibe going on in my head.  I  packed up and got out.

I have to admit, rolling into essentially a ghost town and trying to blend in wasn’t really even on my event horizon to think about.  I thought the town seemed quiet.  Empty didn’t even occur to me. 

World's Friendliest Bar

Yesterday was a long day of driving.  I completed my South Dakota residency and got my drivers license.  I worked for a few hours and then I hit the road.  Mist and rain fell almost the entire time.  The BV (as named by number two son for “Big Van”) has its share of problems as any vehicle creeping up on three hundred thousand miles will have.  One of those problems is I don’t have high beams.  Or, I should say, I have them but they are one way in operation.  Once I hit the switch for the brights they are stuck that way until I turn off the ignition.  Even using them is risky.  I am told by my mechanic it is a known defect in older Chevy Express vans.  She told me it is also possible, when I hit the high beams, I can lose all lights and be coasting because the main controller board fries.  This is an eight hundred dollar part that is difficult and expensive to have installed.  So for this reason I am also very leery of pushing any button or switch I don’t use regularly.  …Especially at night.

With no high beams, traveling in the rain on thin, unfamiliar Nebraska roads, I was doing what I often do.  I allow someone around me and then stick to them like glue.  This is what I did for over an hour.  Trailing along behind a pickup truck with nice bright lights.  Being very tired yet realizing I was making really good time.  Over and over I said “Ok, that’s it.  I am going to stop at the next town.”  Only to be replaced with, “maybe one more”.  I was becoming more firm in my resolve to stop.  The argument was academic once I reached Holdrege.  The torch I was following pulled down a side street just inside the city limits and I was on my own.  Issue decided, I was going to stop.

When I arrive in a new town my goal is to find a side street just off the business district.  It is in those areas my van will blend in the best.  The people in houses assume the van is associated with one of the businesses and I plan on being on the road again before the business opens.  No one will alert the authorities to a suspicious vehicle.  Perfect.

But Holdrege proved difficult in this respect.  All of the downtown streets were no parking after 2am.  What I did find however was a large parking lot located behind the dry cleaners with a number of cars parked in it.  It was after nine PM and I didn’t see any temporary places the owners of these cars could be.  I suspected they were the cars of the people living in the area and they wouldn’t be leaving until morning.  Still, due diligence is what has kept me from complications in the past.  I wasn’t taking any chances.  I parked the van, got out and took a walk around.  I checked every entrance to the parking lot for signs listing restrictions.  Nothing.  I walked around to the front of the dry cleaners to see if there were any businesses open and these were customer cars.  Nothing was open.  It doesn’t happen often but I found the rarest of hens’ teeth, off street, free, overnight parking.  I think it was this good fortune that sealed the destiny of the rest of the night.  To celebrate, rather than crawling in and sleeping I pulled out my phone and searched “bars near me”.

I knew there was a pretty good chance I would get nothing.  Some parts of the country (as mind boggling as this is to a former Wisconsin resident) are dry.  No liquor available.  I wasn’t going to fire up the BV again.  It already had a long day.  I needed someplace close enough to walk in the misty/rain. Happily Google found two options, my first choice, a brew pub, was closed.  But then the second, named "The Drive", seemed perfect for my circumstances.  I didn’t know it referred to golf, I had a chuckle and setoff.

I learned a lot about Holdrege just walking in the door.  Every head in the place swiveled toward me.  Ah… Got it.  Small town.  For the briefest of instants I was able to read minds.  Every person in there thought “Who’s that guy?”.  I ordered a local IPA and settled into a table away from the bar and people.  I figured I would drink my beer, play some Pokemon and watch the locals.  My plan went off track in less than five minutes.

A tall stocky fellow, beer in hand, approached my table.  “Who’r you?” For a moment I wondered if there was a chance this could go poorly?  I have heard stories of hippies ending up in jail but I thought that was the Deep South, not smack dab in the middle.  My worries were unfounded.  It was just a case of beer induced brevity. 

The guy was very friendly and curious.  I laid out the Cliff Notes version of my life right now.  An act I repeated for almost an hour.  I am not homeless, I am houseless.  Lost virtually everything in a divorce and now I live the van life.  I work online and travel to where the weather is nice.  My new friend was amazed.  “Oh my god, there’s a guy you gotta meet!” and he rushed off.  It turned out to be Eric, one of the owners.

A kindred soul, Eric lives much the same life I do, just the high class version.  He owns a financial investment firm and travels all around the country.  He uses jet planes and hotels instead of rubber wheels and dark parking lots, otherwise we are very similar.  But Eric was only the first of a string of additional visitors to my table.  He was soon followed by nearly every person in the place.  I met his wife, Beth, co-owner of the bar.  She is a Boston native who wanted to bring a classy city bar to the breadbasket.  (She succeeded!) I met a local restaurateur who I was told makes the best steak in the entire country.  —A claim nearly good enough to draw me back.   I met Eric’s mother who he attributes his wanderlust to.  She often travels Italy so we hand a brief conversation about our favorite spots.  I joined the whole bar in a complementary, very tall, shot of Fireball to celebrate someone’s birthday. I heard dozen’s of encapsulated life stories and loved every one of them.

It was a fun night.  I had a really great time.  Eric complained Holdrege was a town of 5,000 with only 500 who would consent to be seen drinking in public.  He said, “I just want to go into their houses and shake them!  They could be having so much more fun if they would just come out and be social!”.  If those people ever do, The Drive Bar would be the perfect place for them to visit.  By the power invested in me by the Society of the Rubber Tramp I designate The Drive to be the friendliest bar in the world.  Someday I hope to return.

Walking down the darkened street after leaving, the amused cynic in me did think, “I wonder if they treat all homeless people like this?”

If I was to voice a complaint, (those of you who know me would doubt if this is the real thing if I didn’t) I wish they would do a little work on the acoustics.  The bar is all hard surfaces and everyone in the place was shouting.  The music wasn’t even that loud.  It was just all that sound bouncing around.  They have only been open a little over a year so maybe that is in the plan. 

Poof

People have noticed this blog has gone quiet.  I wrote the following post almost a year ago but never got around to hitting publish.  Waiting on the polish to a couple of the paragraphs that just never came.  Well I pulled out my buffing cloth tonight and got it done.  A year ago I wrote:

Life has changed again.  Three years ago I was a happy telecommuter.  Waking up each morning and by way of the coffee pot, heading to my desk to work a full day plus.  Five days a week this was my schedule.  I was a super dedicated employee putting in extra hours and loving my job. One management change later (along with some details that make an amusing story now) and the pendulum swung all the way the other direction.  I was a burned out public employee, sitting in an office cubical ninety miles away from my home and family five days a week and living in a van.

The thing about public employment is it strongly favors hanging in there when big change happens.  Because change, has an incredibly hard time sticking in the land of we-bees.  New management can come in with big ideas but in an institution as old as our country, it is the people in the trenches that understand what needs to be done and how to get it there.  That’s where the expression comes from.  The we-bees.  “We be here when you got here, we be here when you leave.  It is the we-bees that make government work.” That’s my story.  A few months ago there was some rumbling about a hiring binge and running out of space in our building.  I sent the division director my idea for a brilliant solution (let us work from home!) but was firmly slapped down.  Time went by and harsh reality set in to the tie wearing crowd.   Suddenly, the division director had a brand new idea.

I still have to be in the office two days a week, maybe moving to one day before the snow flies again.  The week long van-life phase of my existence is over.  I have been here before, back twenty years ago when I first started working from home.  The amount being done while at the office becomes less and less until it is a hang around socializing day until bosses figure out time is being wasted.  Then maybe our new policy will lighten up even more.

My first work at home… I will be quite honest with you was actually kind of rough. 

It is crazy, how I have lived here in my big city three years.  I have made a life for myself over here.  It wasn’t so much out of desire for all of these activities but more a matter of just filling the empty space.  I am a great filler of empty space.  So now, I find myself in some ways missing all of this stuff.

That doesn’t even begin to address The Wife at home who has lived as a single mom.  Hating it, and yet she has done the same thing.  Building a routine and now finding out a major disruption to that routine is coming back home.  So we are now working these details and compromises out.  Bringing our lives back together. 

I call this "Parking - Level Master"

Today is the first day of week three of my telecommuting again and through lots of communication we have figured out how to make this all work.  It has been great not having to deal with the every day stress of living away. 

I have to believe, I owe my sanity, continued employment, and happy marriage to a white van.  I could have never done it otherwise.  It was never perfect, but I have had a home away from home.  I place an introvert can recharge.  A cheap place to live in a land of thousand dollar apartments.  Our credo of “making it work” allowed me to keep working, keep the family insured, living and having a place to call home.

The freedom of van life will be impressed upon me for the rest of my days.  The ability to open my front door and find myself exactly where I wanted to be has been amazing.  A park, a coffeeshop, a bakery, anyplace an invisible white service van could park was my home for the night.  Maybe someday I will live again as a nomad.  Or, maybe I never will.  But for two years and one month I have been able to live this life, and all things considered… it wasn’t bad.

The Difference a Week Makes

Let me explain something about where I live. Last week propane was about the most important thing in my van life. I checked the propane tank level twice last week. The second time, when I found the primary tank to be empty and switch-over to the secondary tank had happened, I got myself to the convenience store across the street. I did a propane tank exchange and got a couple days of freedom. This week, totally a different deal. I checked on Monday, switchover had happened and I was on the second tank. I didn’t really think about it until Friday when I changed it before leaving town. Not because I needed it, just because I figured I should. The difference in these two weeks?  It is no longer double digits below zero. Instead it is nearly sixty degrees warmer (and still not t-shirt weather)  The furnace is no longer running 50-75% of the time.

I am looking forward to it this year. Spring. I suppose I always do, but I feel really good this year. It was a tough winter and I survived it. I was riding out the storm of maybe the two coldest days in my lifetime inside a steel shell with an inch of insulation. There is something empowering in that. But now it’s over and I am ready to move on. At home I started the process of widening our driveway. Shaving off the side of the ten foot pile of snow at the end of my driveway. Throwing it out into the street to melt.

I did a little van work this past week. In my original plan I was going to build a floor to ceiling shelf with a refrigerator on the lower level, microwave in the middle and then up top kitchen storage drawers. As the van project expanded and its expenses revealed themselves, a refrigerator had to give way to a cooler. The microwave took up its spot in the middle but I discovered a problem with the plan. You can’t pull out a drawer near the ceiling and see into it. Drawers have to be below head level. Duh.  Wow, come to think of it, in my kitchen at home there isn’t a single drawer mounted in the upper cabinet set. Of course there aren’t! In a van, it is easy to think only about how far off the floor something is, forgetting that isn’t what is important at all.

The top, paper drawer, with
it's front glued in place and
sides ready.

The microwave had to move up to the top shelf.  Building a project like this you have to work out the whole mental chess game of the order of tasks.  I knew immediately after moving in the microwave had to move up a shelf.  (Luckily I had built it tall enough.) But it couldn’t move up until the electronics board had been completed and installed.  That couldn’t be done until a lineup of other things got done.  Basically it took me almost a year to get finalized.  This past Tuesday I did the move.  The microwave is held in place by two self tapping sheet metal screws that pass through the shelf and into the steel base of the microwave.  I am going to need to move up to the next size larger sheet metal screw.  In the process of van building whilst living, I have had to remove it so many times the screws have stripped out the hole in the microwave base enough to make the screws lose their grip.

You can't see it in this picture but the
drawer base of the missing drawer warps up.

I think it is a good idea to build the drawers in a project like this as removable units rather than actual built ins.  Doing so will allow me to pull the entire unit of five drawers out in case I need to work on something behind them.  Since a bunch of the wiring lives back there the likelihood is high.

The construction was pretty simple.  I used mostly 1/2” plywood to build the drawer frame.  With the exception of below the thin paper drawer I substituted 1/4” to gain that last little bit in drawer depth.  Unfortunately, Johnny Menard’s stores carry only the crappiest quality plywood in small (2’x4’) sheets.  So this drawer doesn’t work well because the plywood is warped upward.  I am hoping a little time will help it relax and flatten out a bit.  In the meantime the drawer catches as I push it in and I have to lift it up at the end to get it to fully close.

A drawer front being epoxied in place.
I think this is even the inside out one.

The drawers themselves are 6mm fronts and bottoms with 3mm craft plywood sides. I built them differently in one way. I used epoxy to glue the drawer front to the base. Doing so allowed me to build all the drawers in one night. Before I could only glue up two sides and wait an hour for the wood glue to set-up. By using epoxy, I had a firm square start to glue the other three sides to in about six minutes.  It wasn't super strong at that point but it didn't need to be just to support the sides and clamps while gluing.  You can't make any mistakes though.  One of the drawers I glued the front on inside (slightly rougher) out.  So I had to sand that a bit when the drawer was done and I can still kind of tell.  But I am thinking of covering these drawer fronts with fabric anyway and so it isn't going to be an issue.

The almost finished drawer set in place.

I am happy with how it turned out.  I need to take a night and reorganize the contents of all my drawers.  But I am happy to have gotten this done and mounted in place already the table and surrounding areas are looking cleaner. We go on our parental escape camping trip for a long week in the middle of July.  I am hoping to have a bunch of these little projects done by then to really have the BV ship shape.

I got a complaint from a regular reader who said I was forgetting to practice what I preach and only put one space after a period. I guess it makes a difference particularly on portable devices. I will try to do better. Lots of these posts I actually write on my iPod where double tapping the spacebar gives me an auto period. I get lazy but I do like to keep my audience happy.

Water is Life

First off, some old business from our last meeting to update you on.  I don't need to buy a new inverter.  This is both a happy and a sad time for me.  I don't like the inverter I already own.  But I don't really have the money to buy the one I like either.  So when I discovered the blown fuse on the cable between the inverter and the batteries I was relieved and bummed.  I am impressed with myself in one way though.  The fuse was 200 amps.  Easily the largest fuse I have ever blown in my life.  #goals. :-)

In other news I have spent the last couple of weeks working on improving my water system.  It is going to be a great move forward, but living through it has been a little more intense than I expected.

An Arduino sitting on top of some of my
retirement paperwork.  Sadly, I didn't
win though...

Let me explain it to you this way.  The van is 63 square feet.  A constant I have to live with. The water tank and its surrounding area comprise about six square feet.  Think about if a three week construction project came to your house and you had to give up ten percent of your space.  That ten percent happens to be where you store the bulk of your random stuff.  You have to fit everything currently in that area into your remaining space and incorporate it.  To you non-van-lifers six square feet is nothing.  It is only turning the numbers into percentages that gives it a sense of scale.

Starting out I had only one goal. I wanted to keep my water tank from freezing up. I learned the first winter living in the van, anything in direct contact with the floor is going to freeze.  I need warm air from the furnace passing between the floor and the tank to prevent that from happening.  I thought maybe it would work to just have an air gap.  Convection.  Over Christmas break I had the van home for a stretch of days and did the re-plumbing job I posted about.  Part of it was adding some foam blocks under the tank lifting it about an inch. No joy.  Maybe it didn’t freeze quite so easy but it has been a cold winter so it was frozen pretty often.  There was just not enough air movement.

To hook up the temperature probes I used a telephone
module available from Home Depot.  This allows me to
wire all the probes into one spot that can be disconnected
from the Arduino for service.

Casting around for other ideas, at first I was trying to come up with a direct solution. Thinking of ways I could pump direct furnace air to the tank via some kind of duct work. That always seemed too complicated. I started to think about something less direct.  Here is what I came up with.

I used an Arduino —what is called “open source hardware”. Arduino is classified as a micro-controller platform.  A very small programmable computer dedicated to a single task. Generic Arduinos cost $11.  To this I connected five temperature probes.  Why five?  That’s how many are in a bag for $7.  I wired to the Arduino a two channel relay, $4 and to the relay I attached a fan originally meant to be installed in a brand new Cray supercomputer. …Had its box been closer to the top of a pallet of fans, that's how it would have lived its life.  Instead the last box of twelve, the spares left over after the Cray rolled off the shipping dock, found its way into my hands via number one son.  Cost zero.  Finally I am an information geek so I bought a little OLED display $3 to tell me what the temperatures are at each of the probes and optionally the RPM speed the fan is turning.

To make the phone board work I had
to wire some jumpers on the back and
then covered them in a layer of epoxy.

About a twenty-five dollar investment. But with it and a little woodwork. I have built a system that takes air from the middle of the van and circulates it down  and around the water tank, its pipes and pumps.  This air only circulates when the furnace is running so it won't be a source of draft.  Pretty slick stuff.  This is how I built it…

First what I suggest is to develop some standards in what color of wires you use.  The temperature probes have yellow red and black wires.  But they are too short to be of any real value.  I extend them by using cheap CAT5 network wire.  I connect it to the probe using the following scheme:
Brown -> black (GND)
Blue -> red (+5v)
Orange -> yellow (data)
These are not random choices.  I might get into that in some later post but these colors correspond to POE or Power Over Ethernet standards that Voice over IP telephones use.  Using a standard like this will allow me to build on it and not worry if something random gets plugged into one of my wire jacks.

Starting out I used a small breadboard to get things tested
and working.  Then I wired it all to the Arduino.

Do I really need five probes?  Of course not.  I could have built the system using only two.  Only two temperatures are critical.  What is the temperature at the water exit (is it close to freezing?) and the furnace (is it running?). Beyond that it’s all just the cheap price of probes and my natural curiosity.  I will know about the temperature of the air at the intake of the fan system. The pump is the most valuable cog in the wheel so it seems a good idea to monitor its temperature as well. Finally just out of curiosity I wonder how really cold it is at the back of the tank, next to the outer wall.

The rest of the hookup was easy.  The fan, not surprisingly for a multi-hundred million dollar computer component, is pretty sweet.  It is actually two counter rotating fans back to back. Two fans in series, turning in the opposite directions, with fan blades mirrored of each other.  No vibration, very little noise, but lots of air movement.  The fans run at twelve volts and so that is why I use the relays.  The Arduino sends them a small signal causing them to switch and turn on the fan. 

Simulated furnace on with a probe laying
on my laptop.

I even got fancy.  If the temperature reading from the probe at the water exit is merely a little cold, only one fan comes on.  If it is freezing the balls off a brass monkey cold, then it kicks on the second relay to power the second fan motor.  I will some day take it a step further.  Another fancy feature of these fans is they are PWM (Pulse Width Modulation) fans.  Meaning I can make them spin at whatever RPM I want to just by sending them signals from the Arduino.  I can make them push exactly as much air as I need to without making more noise and draft than I really need to.

I have this whole system built, sitting on my desk at work.  The next step will be to get it installed in the van, a process I will be telling you about in a future post.

Here is the Arduino code I wrote to make it all work:

Inversion Therapy

I figured out what has done-in my inverter.  But I am a little confused as well.  It has to do with last weekend while I was home.  I had the van plugged in and I was running an electric space heater inside.  I had run out of propane and the back doors were all iced up.  So it was the electric heater that was keeping the whole van from freezing up.  When I unplugged from the house, it didn’t occur to me to unplug the heater inside.  My inverter is not an on-demand type, I have it on a control panel switch.

I even thought about it at the time but I knew it would stop running as soon as I pulled the plug.  I just didn't care beyond that point.  Those Monday mornings, leaving bed and the warm beautiful wife it contains, are not my best times.

Fast forward.  The next night I was hungry and turned on the inverter switch.  What I noticed was it dropped my battery voltage more than I expected.  What I didn’t notice was the little electric space heater must have kicked on.  I popped my food in the microwave and started cooking.

The offending heater...

A little side note here.  When you live with the limitations of batteries it changes your life.  Every time you turn something on you check the battery power level.  Every time. You think of what you are consuming.  I know turning on the inverter means when I flip that switch my battery level drops 1%.   I am trading that for something else. Its one of the great things about living this way.

My inverter is a Tripp Lite APS 1250, so 1,250 watts with the ability to supply up to 2500 watts for a short burst.  This was one of my early investments after buying the van.  I read about it on some van life blog and the author sounded so convinced it was perfect.  And who knows, maybe it was for him.  But for me, not so much.

Inverters come in three types.  Their basic function is to turn the 12 volt DC you have coming out of your battery bank into 110 volt AC just like you have coming out of the wall at home.  Here is the thing though, not all electricity is created equal.  We don't need to get into a bunch of complicated electrical theory here…

What comes out of them is what makes them different.  —The type of alternating current, or wave.  First off, the cheapest, is a square wave.   If you are paying less than a hundred dollars you might be thinking you are getting the deal of a lifetime.  You aren’t.  Unless it specifically mentions one of the other two types you are getting a square wave inverter.  It won't work for you.  You will regret it greatly. Appliances can’t consume this type of power without damage.  Electric motors in particular.  So don’t go here, it won’t work for you.

The better inverters have a remote control panel that
will let you turn them on from inside.

Then there is the type of inverter I bought which is called a modified sine wave.  These tend to be in the $300-$500 price range and are certainly much better than the square wave type.  But, they are not perfect either.  I could tell my microwave didn’t like it.  It was very noisy when I was running on inverted power.  Even unhappier was my guitar amp.  The electrical buzz coming out was even louder than the music.  Totally unusable, I ended up buying a small practice amp that would plug into the 12 volts.  That did solve the amplifier problem.  What I couldn’t buy at twelve volts though was a loop pedal.  They all run at nine.  So I wasn’t too happy with my purchase.  Honestly though I don't amplify much anyway.

What I should have bought was a pure sine wave type.  More expensive (naturally) but your appliances and electronics really don’t notice any difference between this and electric company power.  My microwave won’t sound like it is in agony and I will be able to hear every single missed and out of tune note on the guitar.

Yes, it is cold in my water storage area!

Finally, the APS 1250 I bought was really too small.  It can really only run one thing at a time.  Here is what happened this week when I turned on the inverter.  The space heater started running.  That little unit sucks up a lot of juice.  It is 1500 watts.  Already it was overloading my inverter by 250 watts but still within that the 2500 watts peak.  Then I started to heat up my plate of spaghetti.  The microwave add 900 more watts.  Now I am sitting at 2400.  The inverter handled it but maybe 30 seconds in it couldn’t take it any more.  Poof.

Something happened I just don't know what.

The inverter has a couple of pop-out fuses.  One on the input side for the charger (this same unit charges my batteries when I am plugged in)  Then the other fuse that should have popped out because my load was too high.  The thing is, that fuse never popped out.  So what happened?  The inverter seems totally dead.  Pushing on the fuse does nothing.

I did some inverter shopping today and it seems like getting what I want is going to cost me six hundred and change.  Plus I will have to wire in a new control panel which won’t be the most fun job ever.  But it will be the cat's meow system. The control panel will give a lot more information on my batteries and their condition.

I am still holding out thinking maybe there might be some other solution that proves my existing system not dead. That would be the best possible outcome. Van life might be cheap compared to domestic alternatives but it sure isn’t free.

The Other Side of the Coin

Its only been about a week since I wrote that last post.  Buried in the low voltage depression of some dark grey winter days.   It even had The Wife writing to me about sounding down and out. But today it is better.  Today is Fat Tuesday.

Mardi Gras. I don't think that my better mood can be contributed entirety to that amazing margarita I just had. But it does have me thinking about warmer places.  Drinks with umbrellas.  You know, the big decisions in life.  Pink or lavender with this one?

It certainly can't be the weather.  We are back into an arctic freeze up again.  Twelve degrees below zero last night with wind.  The furnace ran a lot.  More by luck than good planning I parked nose into the wind.  I don't know how much difference that makes in heating costs but it is great the house doesn't rock around so much.

Ah, but they do make a
fine margarita.  It is a pity it
is fourteen dollars though.

I got my house batteries warmed and charged up real good over the weekend.  I put an electric heater in the battery space and ran it for 36 hours while charging them up.  They needed it.  They were frosty on the outside and swollen.  Barely holding 50% over the night.  The last couple of days I have been waking up to the batteries still being in the mid 80s.  It has been great not having that worry of wondering if I was damaging my batteries.

Living spaces, no matter if they have basements or wheels, are trouble and expense though.  Last night my inverter made an unhappy electrical noise while I was running the microwave and it stopped working.  No lights on the control panel, no lights on the inverter itself.  I checked the circuit breaker and it wasn't popped out.  I unplugged it and plugged it back in.  It did not recover.   When it is below zero and windy that is as much trouble shooting as I am willing to delve into.  But I am concerned what this means in this day of disposal appliances.  That was an expensive item.  Four hundred fifty dollars on Amazon.  On top of this, it was a bad match for me and I never liked it… Still, I am not looking forward to replacing it.

Looking up into the fender, you can see it
is about a quarter full of ice.  Hitting it with
the car wash pressure washer melted it back.

This past weekend was one of ice.  We got another six or eight inches of snow on Friday night.  Spoiling some plans we had for weeks.  I wasn't going any where in the BV anyway, I was letting it thaw out and re-charge.  I didn't bother to clean the snow off of it at all.  What happened though is the snow melted off the roof and down into the door hinge fender areas and building up and re-freezing.

By Sunday morning  it was totally froze up.  None of the doors would open.  I had to take a heat gun to the passenger side door which would at least unlatch and open not quite an inch.  Blowing hot air into the crack on the hinge side of the door, eventually I melted enough ice in the pocket of the fender so I could open it enough to squeeze inside.  From there I could hit it with more heat.  Once the one door was more or less operational I took it off to the car wash to melt out the remaining doors.  I ended up soaked from rebound water.  Big job at the self serve.  Twenty nine dollars.  The most expensive car wash of my life.

Signs of an ongoing project.  A path down the
middle, from bulkhead door to bed.

The BV is a bit of a boars nest right now too.  I am working on enclosing the fresh water tank.  So I have all the stuff that normally inhabits the area next to the water tank, strewn around the floor.  Or stuffed under the table.  Or piled on the countertop.  All flat surfaces covered. Really quite bad in here.  When I get this done though it will be another milestone.  The ability to keep my fresh water tank un-frozen and working regardless of the outside temperature is going to be great.  Plus the ability to tell how much water I have even though I will no longer be able to see the tank.  Wish I could have gotten this done last fall rather than now when winter is (hopefully) wrapping up.

But I tell you what, and I think is at the root of my happiness.  I woke up before my alarm this morning.  Looking up I noticed…  Light in the skylight for the first time this “spring”.  The days are finally getting longer.  My solar panels can work more and my batteries less.  I will have survived two winters of living in my van.

The ice block at my back door.  Opening
the door further would have broken the
plastic body material going around the corner
from the side of the door to the back.

So here is the deal about van life.  You are going to have some dark days.  There will be challenges.  And unexpected expenses.  But for living the type of half life I am needing to live these days, it has been great.  The nomadic life calls to me.  It always has.  This van life, as crazy as it is and for as many times as you have to put up with hearing the “down by the river“ joke, it is still worth it.  It has allowed me to live out a life dream. The option of having the best of all worlds right outside my door in the morning has been great!

Stuff, stuff everywhere!