In 2015, I bought my dream rig, building, using, and enjoying it for 5 years. Unfortunately, this story doesn’t have a happy ending. I’m back on the trail, but the FJ paid the ultimate price to keep my nephew and I safe.
In July of 2020, a young driver accidentally ran a stop sign, hitting my nephew and I on the passenger side front corner. We spun 180° and came to rest in the opposite lane of traffic. Our accident scene was on a busy road, just around a blind corner. Against all odds, ours were the only vehicles involved.
With both doors damaged, we had to get creative in exiting the FJ. The other driver appeared at our window as we were getting out, admitting fault and apologizing profusely. He had been in a Toyota Highlander. Seatbelt rashes and a few bumps and bruises were the only physical signs of what we’d all just went through.
Many passers by stopped to make sure we were all okay, call 911, and help direct traffic until the emergency services arrived. I pulled out a folding chair and put my nephew in a shady spot with bottle of water. The other driver had someone meet him at the church this had all happened in front of. I made sure he was okay, and let him know that I remembered my early years behind the wheel. They didn’t go smoothly for me either.
I spent the rest of the summer with my tent on Dad’s old GMC Sonoma, getting new tires and doing a tune up on it. I even got in one unique trip to the mountains with it. But mostly it just took me to physical therapy, and to look for a something to replace the FJ.
I might replicate the functionality with another vehicle, but the FJ will always hold a special place in my memories. Travels with Dad, adventures with my nephew, taking mom to adopt a puppy, the many weeks spent on the trail, both solo and with friends… These things will never be forgotten. I had a connection with that weird blue truck. It was almost like a pet – not quite human, but alive and full of personality.
I’ve been building another adventure rig for about a year now. I’ll tell more of that story soon.
Until then, here’s a video I started last summer, but never really finished. I worked on it again recently, only to be interrupted. I’ve decided to just throw out what I got, mistakes and all.
All of us have had to deal with outages of power and other utilities during and after major weather events. Here in Tidewater, we can struggle with everything that mother nature can throw at us. Recent years have regularly provided us with hurricanes, tropical storms, and their associated flooding. Tornado watches are common in the summer. We’ve also seen some more exotic things, like minor earthquakes and severe microbursts. In years past, we’ve experienced heavy snowfall and ice storms. Short of volcanic activity, we’ve got it all.
My job keeps me on the front lines of repair response during severe weather, so my plans may be different than yours. As a carpenter, the tools I will have and the things I might do after damage to my home would be very different from what your grandmother would find herself doing. My plans changed significantly when we moved out of our old apartment and into our house.
I grew up in Suffolk when it was still very rural. The closest grocery store was at least 10 minutes away, and involved crossing a bridge. This meant Mom keeping the cabinets stocked. When most of us are less than a mile away from a grocery store now, keeping things on hand seems trivial…until the grocery store is sold out, isn’t being restocked, or isn’t even open.
Financial considerations satisfied, I know we would all be better prepared, but all of this is manageable when spread out over time and cycled into part of your regular way of life. Ultimately you’ll have to customize things to what fits your home, life, and budget. The real trick is to have most of everything on hand already so that when a major weather event is on the way, you only need to buy bread, milk, and a half tank of gas.
While I have mocked our state’s annual tax holiday before, now I want to present a more serious side. A variety of sources harp on us to be prepared to be self-sufficient for a minimum of 72 hours. Thinking of all the things you could possibly need for 3 days is completely overwhelming. The process I want you to use is to start not with what you could need, but with what you know you need.
Covering the basics well is far more important than covering every last obscurity. The list of basics is short, and you probably already have most of what you need. What do I consider the basics?
Toiletries and First-aid
We’ll start with the easy stuff first.
Cash – Cash is at the top of the list because, even if you don’t have anything else, cash can probably get you whatever you need. Cash is necessary in many emergencies as electronic transactions like credit cards and Paypal require both electricity and some aspect of communications infrastructure – either of which may be unavailable during or after severe weather.
Toiletries and First-aid – You don’t have to be ready to scrub in for an appendectomy. You do need to be stocked with the essentials like Band-Aids, Neosporin, gauze, tape, and super glue. You’ll also want extra toilet paper, paper towels, and soap. These items should be present in both your home and vehicle for the most basic cleaning and first-aid. Most of the time it’s much cheaper to buy these items individually, rather than in a commercial first-aid kit, but suit yourself. And most family first-aid kits should also include a few other items:
Ibuprofen for muscle and joint pain
Tylenol for fevers
Aspirin for possible heart issues
Benadryl for allergic reactions or for use as a sleep aid
Nail clippers for a variety of trimming tasks
Rubber gloves for handling bloody or dirty stuff
Q-Tips for gentle cleaning of most anything
Baby wipes for waterless cleaning
Alcohol wipes for disinfecting
Tums and Immodium for stomach issues
Waterless hand sanitizer
Tampons / Pads
Water – Realistically, water is the most important thing on this list. Most information suggests storing 1 gallon per person per day. In reality, two to three times that much wouldn’t be unreasonable as the lower number factors in only drinking water. As we typically use water for cooking as well as cleaning, I believe the minimum number to be 2 gallons per person per day. Don’t forget to include water for the pets!
One common tip is to fill your bathtub with water. That’s a good practice in theory, but how many days can you go without using your bathtub? Is your tub clean enough to drink out of? What about after your curious cat falls in it? Water stored in a bathtub should be used for cleaning or flushing the toilet. If you have to drink it, it should probably be filtered or boiled first. You can also use 6-8 drops of bleach to disinfect drinking water.
Common cases of bottled water are 24-packs of 20 oz bottles, working out to 3.75 gallons. I like bottled water because you can stash a few here and there throughout your home instead of having one massive container of water. They’re also portable, reusable and easily moved around by most anyone. You want to keep the bottles in a cool, dark place like the bottom of a closet, or a kitchen cabinet.
Food – This is probably the most difficult section to make any suggestions on because no two people like all the same food. The most important things to remember are to only store what you’ll eat and to have a way to prepare it. In other words, have cans of what you eat and HAVE A CAN OPENER! Or just watch my video. Haha!
From the standpoint of morale and gastrointestinal regularity, a post-emergency scenario is not the time to change your diet. Eat what you store and store what you eat. Cans are good, but even plastic is okay. Such items typically have an expiration date of 2-4 years out, but will actually keep much, much longer. I recommend some traditional staples like tuna, beanie weenies, Spam and Chef Boyardee offerings. These are still tasty right out of the can.
If water and heat are abundant, Ramen noodles and other pastas and grains are a welcome addition. Canned fruits and vegetables are a given. What about your sweet tooth? Hard candy like Life Savers and Jolly Ranchers last almost indefinitely. Things like granola bars keep for a year. Snack Pack pudding keeps for two years.
Fuel – Most of the time I never let what I drive get below a half tank. Besides the sticker shock of filling an empty tank, it keeps a vehicle ready for at least 100 miles or more of immediate travel.
Top off the tank on your vehicle. Fill your gas cans if you have them. Keep the cans outside, or in a detached garage away from heat sources and out of the sun. If you’re storing your fuel for more than a month, definitely add some fuel stabilizer. The modern ethanol mixtures make gas quality degrade much more quickly. If your gas can has a built-in spout, make sure your it works with the vehicles and equipment you own. If not, be sure to have a funnel as well.
If you own a gas grill, top off your propane tank. Maybe even fill a spare. Electricity or gas service can be interrupted in an emergency, leaving you no way to cook food or boil water. Morale is everything when you find yourself in a disaster scenario. A warm washcloth, a hot meal, or just a steaming cup of coffee can go a long way toward helping you feel human again in such a situation.
Water and downed trees can make many of our roads impassable. Snow and ice can make them incredibly dangerous. Don’t expect to have to depart, but be prepared to do so if required. Take advantage of heavy summer rains to find out what water levels are like on your local streets. Wade out in your boots to see what the depth is generally like. Many cities are even adding easily-visible depth meters in problem areas.
See what your vehicle is capable of and find out what conditions you are able to drive in – before it’s a must. Short of telling you to go do donuts in the Walmart parking lot at midnight the next time it snows or to pay a visit to any given downtown area when it rains hard this summer, you’re going to have to draw your own conclusions here.
Light – Some things it pays to have in redundancy. How many times have you grabbed a flashlight that needed batteries, had a bad switch, had a blown bulb, etc? In the “preps” crowd, there’s a common saying: “Two is one and one is none.” Keep that in mind with all of this, but especially flashlights.
I like flashlights a lot – probably more than I should. If you bump into me at any given time, I will have a single AAA Mini-Maglight, as well as an app for my phone that activates only it’s “camera flash” LED. If you find me in my vehicle, I will several more portable light sources. Is this overkill? Maybe, but I use all of them on a regular basis. As with all of this planning, it’s a matter of customizing your balance of “gear” with your level of activity.
Once more expensive, LEDs have become quite affordable while giving much longer battery and lamp life and having a smaller package. Decent choices start around $5. Of course, flashlights can eat through batteries quickly. Batteries, batteries, batteries! There, I said it. You need them. A variety of sizes. They keep for 5 years now. Buy some. Also consider having a battery tester. Then when your flashlight doesn’t work, you know whether it’s the bulb or the Duracells. We use something like this for storage, and it comes with an easy-to-use battery tester. I’ve used the same one for the last 25 years.
Candles are cheap, and for some things there’s no replacing open flame, but there’s no denying they can be dangerous, especially if you have kids. For the young’ns, look into glow sticks. Not only are they fun for them, they are safe, cheap and you can buy them in different colors to identify who’s who in the dark. That said, have candles as well and multiple things to light them with. There’s no replacing the usefulness of fire. Heat, light, debris removal, cooking, etc. It’s a great tool. But be careful. Own and know how to use a fire extinguisher.
Indoors, replace the 9v batteries in your smoke alarms at least once a year. Smoke alarms are cheap and portable. If you’re doing something unusual with hot stuff inside, snatch your smoke alarm off the wall and keep it where you find yourself now working or sleeping. In your house, you should have one near the kitchen, outside of any utility and in range for any bedroom. Arrange appropriately for your own home.
Tools – I’m grouping a lot of things together here from rain gear to work gloves, which are a must. You don’t have to be ready to nail down a new roof but I want you to have what you need to shut off your water or gas, change a fuse, or turn on a popped breaker. Most of you probably have these but at a minimum, have a hammer, a utility knife, a #2 philips screwdriver, and maybe a saw.
When I say rain gear, I mean a hat, a raincoat or some sort of water-shedding outer garment and pair of wading boots, or something you aren’t afraid to get wet in. Again, this is going to depend on your activity. Your sister might wear a bikini when she takes the dogs out in the rain. Your mom will probably want a good umbrella instead.
Conclusions – What else might you need? Try to keep all of what you do need portable. Be able to take it with you if you have to leave your home. Be able to live comfortably on the road. Do you have a radio to keep track of updates? What would sleeping in your car be like? Do you have car chargers or a power inverter for important devices? Do you have games to keep kids entertained? How about off-site or digital copies of your most important documents should the worst happen and everything you own be destroyed?
Don’t consider this all the information you need for an emergency. What I’ve written here is just the Cliff’s Notes for the Cliff’s Notes. If I can answer any questions you might have, feel free to ask. If you want to just bounce some ideas off me, feel free. I’m no expert, but I’ve worked outside nearly every day for the last 15 years, and I’ve been thinking about situations like this since Hurricane Isabel. Good luck!
Spending a few days on the trail is always such a kick in the pants. You realize how little you need there, how easy it should be to get away, and how great it is for you to leave work and stress behind for a while. That last part is always good at keeping its hooks in me, and I haven’t been in the woods since last fall.
I’m learning that I have to keep exploring, riding trails, and relaxing in camp as a priority – on par with the rest of my life’s responsibilities. I owe it to myself to ensure I have the opportunity to decompress and enjoy the activities I love most. Initially I was focused on my disappointment at how long it had been since I’d found the time to get away. But in starting this article, I realized I’ve not stopped working toward that goal.
Sometimes it’s the little victories. In this case, it’s some upgraded gear and some serious rig maintenance. A better camera. Some new tires. Some additional hardware to carry 11 lbs of propane for cooking, light, warmth, and hot water. A new refrigerator. New wheel bearings. Fresh filters on everything. A much-improved tire repair kit. A couple additional sockets and wrenches, should trail repairs be necessary. I am very pleased to stumbled across the perspective to view these things for the accomplishments they are.
Enough mushy stuff. Let’s talk about the trip! There’s a place on 64 West, shortly before exit 121, where the center row of trees thins out to grass just as you crest a hill. On the horizon before you, you see the topography become immediately more interesting. Being a flatlander from the coast, this is a sight I always look forward to.
I was just a few hours ahead of my buddy Allen, so I had some time to kill. I’d marked a few seasonal gates I’d spotted on my collection of maps, and cruised past some of those to see what I might find. This day there was nothing nice for camping or any further exploration, but I got to see some pretty back roads.
Finally heading in my intended direction, I did pause for the sort of vanity shot you see from most visitors.
There’s a number of camp sites in the area I was entering. We’ve seen them all on this particular stretch, but have 3 we prefer, depending on group size and conditions. After checking out what sites might be free, I pulled into one of our usual spots that had grown quite muddy over the last couple of years. I was pleasantly surprised to find a load of gravel spread over the worst of the mud!
I proceeded to select my spot and level the FJ out, but decided to wait for Allen to show up before I really settled in. Too often I get ahead of myself and by the time he shows up, I’ve already eaten, had a beer, burned half the firewood, and gotten sleepy. I didn’t want to make the same mistake this time, although I think we both crashed about 10:30 pm. Instead, I setup my chair to watch the river, and checked in with my wife via the inReach.
After sitting back and swatting bugs a while, I put on a long-sleeve shirt, treated my hat with some Permethrin, grabbed my walking stick, and strolled the river for a bit. To say that I’m loving the new camera would be a massive understatement.
I recently bought a nice Covercraft sun screen and wondered what things would be like with the rest of the glass covered. A trip to my local Lowe’s yielded a roll of Reflectix, from which I cut privacy panels for the rest of the windows. They also do a good job of dropping the interior temps, helping the refrigerator out a bit during these warmer months. They’re a little bulky, but they weigh nothing – basically just a layer of bubble wrap between two layers of Mylar.
With them installed, it’s nice to know that nobody can peek in on me while I’m sleeping. It’s definitely not an issue out there in the woods, but could definitely be handy if forced to stop somewhere with more people. Another plus is that they basically make a cave out of the cabin, significantly limiting the amount of light that can enter at any given time. I’ll do a full write-up on them if anyone is interested.
Despite traveling with the rooftop tent, I wanted to try something different this time. It probably doesn’t look comfortable, but I slept like a baby this entire trip in the passenger seat.
The next morning was nice. Blocking most of the sun, I was able to sleep in some. When I got up, I had my requisite coffee by the river.
Mom had painted some rocks for me to hide on this trip. I never thought to leave them at gas stations or rest stops, but I placed 3 at our primary trail stops, including this camp site.
From there we packed up and rolled out to explore some sections of trail we hadn’t been down before. Best decision ever!
The first new thing we found was a beautiful waterfall right next to an enticing camp site. Out of everything on the trip, it was certainly the hardest thing to capture on camera. The lighting, the scale, and the minimally-accessible area around it made it impossible to photograph for me, although this video turned out okay.
As we continued, we enjoyed a few water crossings, found a couple spots of mud that were deeper than what we’d have liked, and documented a couple additional camp sites we’d be happy to revisit.
The end of the trail was sudden and distinct. Tall grass along the entirety of this trail suggested it was something seldom-traveled, but beyond these fallen trees, there was no sign of passage in months, if not years.
We backtracked from here to another dead end, finding a phenomenal site with a large pond, wide-open sky, and room for everyone we might possibly invite out for a future adventure. There was no shade and little privacy, but sometimes a site like this is exactly what you need.
We wanted to continue along the trail, but by now we were well into the day. Not wanting to find ourselves losing out on a decent site for the evening, we scouted availability. We settled on a site that gave us fantastic river access, but didn’t offer much in the way of space or privacy. We deposited Allen’s xTerra and drove for another hour or so, running up to one of our favorite scenic spots, which offers a chance at cell service to check in with family, and an incredible view into West Virginia.
We returned to our camp site and “circled the wagons” as best we could to limit our visibility from the road. We tasted the dust from every vehicle that passed by, maybe a dozen or so over the next couple days, but it was a cozy site with great access to the river. Allen’s choice of location for his hammock couldn’t have been better!
My spot wasn’t too bad, either.
We settled in for some dinner, grilling up some burgers, and relaxing around a fire once the sun set. It actually got down to 30° that night, but neither of us thought it ever felt that cold as we slept. It was in the mid-50s by the time we woke up, so the morning was pleasant. We ended up taking a short hike, just seeing what nature might decide to show us.
After returning to camp to clean up and lounge a bit, we hit the inReach for an updated forecast. About the time it finally came in, so did the rain. We made the call to air up and roll out a little ahead of schedule. This let us get back home to some things we were each looking forward to, so it all worked out well. Until next time, friends!
On any given trip, one of us sets a date and puts the word out. Whoever can make it does. This was one of the rare trips where Allen and I hit the road together. We did so with a goal: to camp on a ridge where Allen and his father had stayed decades previously, solely for the sake of watching the stars.
Being up above the usual glen (for real, that’s what it’s called) we camp in, our daylight hours were extended significantly. This let us explore a bit before backtracking to camp. We only went far enough to send a few texts and to grab a shot from our favorite lookout.
As for our camp site, it worked out perfectly that the weather was good, the skies were clear, and the wind was calm. We are seldom so lucky for all of these conditions to align – especially at elevation. We rolled in, made a quick dinner, and relaxed. Being full and happy, we got still and started getting visitors.
We finished setting up camp and enjoyed the rest of our evening.
The next morning, we awoke just before sunrise. The birds were going nuts, the sun was full blast immediately, and we had not slept nearly long enough. That meant the day was going to be short. We headed down to our usual area to find all our favorite sites already occupied. We explored a few new options and found one we were happy with.
It was close to the trail and had some other campers nearby, but it had enough room for the two of us and good water access.
We lazed around in camp from lunchtime on. I stretched out in my tent to read my Kindle while Allen…uh…built a fire.
Later we took some pictures of bugs before riding up the trail a bit, where we found something far more dangerous.
The rest of this visit was quiet an uneventful. We rolled out the next morning, headed for home and to plan for our next trip.
As soon as we thawed out from the snow trip, we all started checking our calendars and working towards a lengthy group trip once Spring had sprung. Initially it was looking like we’d have a half-dozen rigs or more and had plans to split up for a night or two for some of us to do some major trail miles while others did some hiking and heavy base camp setup. In the end, personal health issues, difficult work schedules, and sick pets had reduced our convoy to just Allen and me, and we cut things short because the weather degraded from occasional sprinkles to full-blown thunderstorms.
The weight of what was being endured by those who couldn’t make it sat on my chest the whole trip. I didn’t fall into my usual deep level of relaxation, so this was not one of my more enjoyable trips. Not that we didn’t have a good time – we certainly did – I just held on to stress I’m usually able to shed while we’re out there. With over 70 days exploring that area over the last few years, statistically there has to be a bad day or two in there, right? Since it’s out of the way now, I’m sure the rest of the year will be incredible!
Anyway, the Wednesday we rolled out was beautiful. I was packed the night before, needing only to grab some clothes to be ready to hit the road. I went in to work for about 3 hours that morning, just to hand off a few things of importance so that they would be taken care of while I was gone. The mid-day drive was an easy one.
I pulled into our site with plenty of daylight for setting up camp and gathering firewood. The site was in great shape, the river was low enough to enjoy, and things were great despite the troubles in my mind. Allen was about 6 hours behind me, so I had some time to kill. I explored camp a bit, made a silly video for my nephew, got my tent setup, and built up a ready-to-light fire for when Allen showed up. That took about 3 hours. (I don’t know why I didn’t take any additional pictures the first day, but I made up for that later.) After that, I grabbed a couple slices of pizza from my fridge for dinner, cracked a beer, and settled in to watch the sunset, and maybe a movie on the laptop. Allen showed up when expected, and we had a quiet night of talking through our concerns while turning wood into light and heat.
The next day was beautiful. We considered running some trails, but instead we decided to do some hiking and sight-seeing on foot. We love moving through an area slowly with an eye for whatever happens to be around.
The next day was a rainy one, so we opted to explore somewhere dry. We ventured into town for breakfast, and for finding weird stuff at antique stores in the middle of nowhere.
The rain continued off and on once getting back to camp after our day in civilization. We made a quick camp, called it a night right at sunset, and each retired to our vehicles to read and relax before falling asleep. An impressive thunderstorm rolled through overnight, but we’d chosen an elevated, rocky site, and we were able to pack up cleanly and without issue the next morning.
We took the scenic route before heading home, riding a short stretch of trail and stopping to water a cyclist, see a reservoir, and awe at a cliff face.
With a 4-day weekend coming up, Allen and I made plans to see just what camping in the snow was like – along with how the trails would feel underneath and what things might look like in a blanket of white. I haven’t yet spent enough time out there alone to be completely comfortable by myself, so when I know someone is coming along to meet me, I like to slip out a day early to keep grinding down the edge of whatever concerns me about being out there solo.
I had a couple things to take care of at work, so I had to go in that morning. Between work and last-minute packing, I finally hit the road about 1:30 pm. I was completely packed the night before, but that morning I needed something out of the rear tote I store tools and recovery gear in. Rather than carefully unload things, I just snatched the entire tarp full of firewood and gear out of the back to access the large tote underneath. This sort of thing is where a drawer system would really come in handy. Maybe a future mod…
I started seeing snow in the shady spots somewhere between Williamsburg and Richmond. 3 hours after leaving the house, I had pulled into a favorite fuel stop and topped off. I grabbed a couple extra bundles of firewood and called to let Shannon know I was about to leave cell coverage.
From there, I continued on to the campsite. The sun was setting, but I knew where I was going, I am very familiar with my setup, I carry a variety of lighting options, and the snow itself brightens things up to a comfortable level even with little light. The roads were completely clear right up to the END STATE MAINTENANCE sign. I grabbed 4 high and adjusted my speed for the conditions. Things were a little slick, but not unmanageable. Still, full attention had to be kept on the road as the limited traction left no room for error. I paused for frequent breaks in the upcoming days just because it was so difficult to stay so focused solely on the road when all the surroundings were so beautiful. Out there, everyone is used to this, but I’ve only seen snow like this maybe a dozen times in my life. It’s still pretty damn magical to me.
Despite the fading daylight, I took my time on the ride in, even stopping to visit one of the other camp sites we’ve frequently used. The water access is easier there, but the overwhelming amount of rain we got last year made it perpetually wet and now less desirable than some other sites. Still, that was where we stayed for each visit from 2015-2016, and on many visits since. It’s definitely a special spot that is full of memories and firsts, and driving in on this day was like seeing an old friend.
I easily located camp and somehow pulled in to a perfectly level spot with no obstructions to my setup. There were a couple rocks I had to stand on to enter and exit the vehicle, but they were of little consequence. The simplicity of not having to maneuver to an optimal location while stacking rocks greatly reduced setup time. The tent was open and ready for use in no time. I proceeded to hook up my lights, but that was a no go. I troubleshot things a bit and found broken wires in both my 12v extension cord and on the LED strip itself.
After a bit of fidgeting and twisting together tiny wires in the light of my headlamp, I decided to make a proper lighting repair on Thursday in the daylight. I went with a backup lighting source and adjusted my plans for the evening. Knowing I’d be heading into town the next day for lunch, I didn’t even bother to do my usual camp setup or build a fire. I walked around just a bit to inspect camp, see what the level of the river was like, and, to great surprise, find that previous visitors had left a substantial amount of firewood. After circling camp a few times like a dog getting ready to lay down, I settled into the tent with the heater and my Kindle. I read from Andrew St. Pierre White until my eyes were heavy. I shut off the heater and slept okay, if fitfully.
I slept until a little after sunrise. Given that the snow on my boots had never melted, even though they were kept inside the tent, I knew I’d be waking up to a cold morning. Once the sky was light, I cut on the heater and dozed for another hour or so before volunteering to brave the cold. Just about the time my bladder demanded I exit my warm cocoon, the 1 lb cylinder on the heater called it quits, so clearly the time had come. I pulled on my boots and climbed carefully down the icy ladder, surveying my surroundings in the overcast morning. I glanced at the digital thermometer, showing an overnight low of 22.1° and a current temperature of 22.3°. It was my coldest night so far, but I hadn’t been uncomfortable.
I started the FJ to let it warm up. Meanwhile, I watered the nearest tree and scouted the campsite for animal tracks in hopes that I might have had a curious visitor come through overnight. Coming up empty in both pursuits, I climbed into the driver seat and closed the door, enjoying the warming vehicle and the voice of another human on satellite radio. There I started a mental list of the day’s goals: get lunch, find a soldering iron, fix my lights, and setup proper camp to enjoy a fire with Allen when he showed up that evening.
I turned off the radio and mentally assessed my trepidation from the night before. Alone, all responsibility in camp is yours. In the snow, every step had to be carefully felt before being taken and, because of conditions, no matter what might happen, you were reliant on your clothes, sleeping bag, or vehicle to regulate your body temperature. Having a companion in camp provides substantial peace of mind. It’s extra ears, extra eyes, someone to go get help, or someone on your side in a confrontation with the unexpected. Despite having never had any serious injury or untoward interaction with anyone when out there, these are my concerns – though I admit they are not well-founded. As much as I enjoy my solitude, some experiences are safer had with others. Still, I plan to continue my solo days in the woods. The fact that it gives me pause also pushes me to pursue it simply to conquer the discomfort.
Well-warmed and tired of listening to my own thoughts, I shut off the engine and began packing up the tent. With it folded shut and the material tucked in, I began cinching things down when I had a strap break. Don’t mistake this for drama – it’s a mere inconvenience, not a show-stopper. I actually enjoyed the chance to think of a variety of field repairs to rectify this failure. The one I opted for this time was to trim a few inches of material from one of my red ratchet straps, then heat up a sharp instrument to melt through the fibers to cauterize and reinforce the screw holes.
With the repair completed and tools packed away, I decided to take a break and make some coffee. Yeah, the cover still wasn’t on the tent, but I had all day to accomplish my short list of chores. I was in no hurry. I was on vacation, after all!
I made 3 cups worth, enjoying the first at the rear of the FJ and dumping the other two into an insulated tumbler. Filling my cup again, I wandered down to the river, where I usually have my morning coffee when out there. Snow was on top of everything, ice collected on whatever was near the water line – things looked differently than I’d ever seen them. The magic of this trip was really starting to sink in.
I emptied my cup a second time and returned to the FJ to finish packing up. Heading toward lunch and my other goals, I stopped to look at a couple of the other camp sites in the area. The snow had tamped down much of the vegetation, removing most of the privacy from the other two sites. The site I had chosen was not only farther from the road than the others, the others didn’t have the 8 or so bundles of firewood already on site! Having affirmed my site selection, I headed for grub.
White’s Wayside is a little farm-to-table spot in the middle of nowhere. They make most of their own power with a large solar array and feature a menu heavily-populated with local products and ingredients. Also, they offer customers access to speedy wi-fi, which is a pleasant bonus in the middle of the woods.
While enjoying my lunch, I couldn’t help but listen to the couple of conversations going on around me. A couple of septuagenarian men talked about church, and having their first beers at this restaurant. Just after that, a table of elderly ladies was seated given the same routine I received. “The only thing that’s not ready yet is the chicken salad…” The women seemed convinced that the waitress was mistaken and asked her to check with the kitchen to see how long it would be until the chicken salad was available. The waitress returned shortly with good news. “The chicken salad will be ready in about 5 minutes! So are you ladies ready to order?” Then they all proceeded to order soup… As for me, this time I had a Whiteway burger with swiss and a fried egg, which was excellent. No surprise though, everything I’ve had there has been tasty.
Leaving White’s with a light heart, a full belly, and a homemade cinnamon roll to go, I headed to Fisher Auto Parts, hoping to support a local store with a few bucks. The 3 old guys standing around shooting the shit agreed that they had never seen a soldering iron in the store, but they all helped me look anyway. We found enough to solder plumbing, but nothing for fine electrical work. They said I might find one at Lone Fountain Hardware, but couldn’t say for sure.
I opted to roll on into the city, and went to Lowe’s in Staunton. From the main road, you wouldn’t expect it to be where it was. It seemed like the bank on the corner would be all there was on that site, but then the parking lot wrapped around and went up a grade, with Lowe’s perched on top of a large hill. A looming brick building with heavy steel shutters sat at the bottom of the hill. The lumber entrance was to the far left of this Lowe’s, and a length roadway guardrail terminated the drive-through at the edge of a steep drop off. From there was a clear view down to the creepy old structure below.
A quick Google search showed it to be DeJarnette Sanitarium. A little more reading proved that the off-putting vibe was accurate. The facility’s namesake, Dr. Joseph DeJarnette, forced sterilization on the “mentally unfit,” praised the Nazi’s eugenics work, and conducted other bizarre and inhumane experiments on his patients. Recent interest in the location has been to turn it into a museum, however no apparent progress has been made.
Once inside Lowe’s, I was in my element. I found what I needed quickly, and the new iron even came with a short length of solder, saving me a few bucks. Time to head back to the woods.
In town, the air was chilly and the sky overcast, but that was it. On the way back to camp, that all changed. Climbing about 1,000 feet in elevation, suddenly it was snowing like crazy! I setup the tent first, then deployed the rear awning to give my work area some shelter. The blowing snow mostly continued to find its way in, but it also gave me an opportunity to test the awning under a snow load.
The FJ has a built-in power inverter and a 110v receptacle at the back of the vehicle. It is recommended to run the engine while using the inverter, as not doing so can quickly deplete the battery’s charge. Unfortunately, the plug is placed directly over the exhaust pipe. While obnoxious to listen to, outdoors on a breezy day it poses no hazard. Still, a short extension cord may be added for such occasions. I grabbed my folding frying pan to use as a heat-tolerant surface and got to work. A little tinning and some careful soldering put everything back in good working order.
I added a blob of epoxy to my items, set the defrost as warm as it would go, and placed them on the dash to cure. It might have kicked off outdoors in the 20s, but the heat seemed like a good idea, especially since the epoxy was old and in questionable condition. After a few minutes, I reinstalled the LED strip and stretched out the 12v cord, admiring my handiwork and happy to have my usual setup for lighting and charging my devices overnight in the tent.
With all responsibilities met, I poured myself a shot, opened a Lost Coast Tangerine, and built up a good fire to dry out the free firewood.
As the night wore on and an update from Allen advised me of a much later arrival than I’d anticipated, I realized I’d started enjoying the evening too soon. Rather than blow through all the firewood and contents of my refrigerator, I set a reminder on my phone and climbed in the tent for a nap. I never heard the reminder, and didn’t wake up until I heard Allen pulling into camp. I was going to put a marker out for him and have a warm fire ready when he got there, but it was a little late for that once he was already parked. Sorry, bud!
Allen’s a good sport though, and my failure to deliver didn’t put a damper on things. We kicked the fire up and I did what I could to help him setup camp. We sat around the fire maybe an hour and a half before sleep called me back to bed.
Some snow continued softly through the night, but the next morning, we awoke to mostly clear skies.
I struggled for some time to free up a frozen zipper on the rear awning cover. I would work on it until a point of frustration, then goof off for a few minutes. Predictably, Allen was able to pack up very quickly.
Eventually succeeding in merely moving a zipper 4 feet, we finally headed out. There’s a picturesque place about 5 miles from camp that lets you look down into a large valley in West Virginia. This really showed what I’d experienced the day before: the lower-lying areas weren’t getting nearly the snow the higher elevations were.
This is also one of the nearest spots to get any semblance of cell service. We snapped a few more pictures, texted some loved ones, and turned around to get back to our intended route.
We backtracked about 3½ miles west before choosing a northbound trail to explore. It ran basically parallel to an area we’ve explored before, so the terrain was familiar, but this was a far more difficult route, consisting almost entirely of switchbacks.
It took a bit for me to establish the rhythm of making the turns without losing traction. Whether because of the weight of the FJ or the wear on my tires, Allen’s Xterra struggled far less.
Generally this trail was less interesting than our usual haunts, but we did find a couple nice sites – one I hope to visit again soon. It is right along a stream, rather than on the full river, but was located at the base of a large hill. If we’d had something to slide down the hill on, this site would have been an absolute blast! There was an abundance of firewood up on the hill, and quite a stock of split wood left from previous visitors. Had we stayed, we’d have been very happy here.
It was still early though, and we had another site in mind. We continued along the trail, exploring a few offshoots up to locked gates and stopping briefly to talk with a local farmer. We then hit the pavement and stopped into an unassuming-looking gas station. The building was larger than you’d expect to see for a place that only had 4 pumps, but you find weird things in the middle of nowhere. Turns out this place had a lot going on. It was a full general store, with everything from fancy scented candles to Grade 8 nuts and bolts. Check it out at https://www.brandywinegeneralstore.com
Also, I think it was here that Allen was unable to locate his wallet. I was rather concerned. We were a couple hundred miles from home, fuel was a concern, and anything could happen. He didn’t seem to care, which surprised and amused me, but that’s Allen! We rolled on for our intended camp, deciding we’d return to the previous night’s site in the morning to scout around for the unaccounted coin purse.
We pulled in and proceeded to setup camp in our very different ways. After getting the tent squared away, I started some water warming and popped out the shower tent. With a table nearby and some creativity, you can access your toiletries and clothes through the tent window while not mooning your friend. With the right equipment, taking an outdoor shower when it’s below freezing isn’t bad at all.
We built a fire and threw together a quick dinner. We had a great night here, although the smoked chased us around the fire pit the entire time. This site is right off a popular trail, but the only traffic we saw that night was a Subaru coming through to do some target shooting way back in the woods. Sadness and laughs were shared, drinks and company were enjoyed, and the night ended on a great note: moments after we’d each retired to our tents, I hear Allen shout, “HEY! My wallet was in the bottom of sleeping bag!”
We actually awoke to some sunshine the next morning. We had done most of our packing the night before, anticipating heading out early to search for the wallet, so breaking camp and getting ready to head home was effortless.
We stopped by a nearby lake to look around and snap a few photos, happy to be packed and ready to get on the road, as the weather we were leaving to avoid was clearly coming in.
On the way home, we stopped by a favorite restaurant to grab some lunch. From there, we hit the road with full bellies and soothed souls. The trip home was uneventful. Since then, we’ve been working on some mods and maintenance on our rigs while Neil is putting the finishing touches on a custom camper trailer. We’ll be back out again in early April!
Sitting just east of the Great Dismal Swamp along the VA/NC border, the Cavalier Wildlife Management Area in Chesapeake, VA is the closest location I’ve found for primitive or dispersed camping. A recent visit revealed a farm-like area with roughly 6 miles of gravel roads, plenty of wildlife, and virtually no other visitors. I’ve made a contact with DGIF who is responsible for the area and I plan to gather some additional information from him before venturing out again. I’m looking forward to returning in the fall once the vegetation thins out some, allowing for easier exploration.