One of the reasons I returned to this area was to check out the rig of one of the people who inspired me to become a nomad. Nearly two years ago I came across Randy’s website. What caught my attention was that he had converted a cargo trailer into a stealthy RV trailer. Since he was in the northwest and I’ve been considering “downgrading” to a more stealthy vehicle, I invited myself over to check out his rig – to which he readily agreed, even though he knew nothing of me…
With a copy of Fading Toward Enlightenment in hand (and a six-pack of beer), I met up with Randy and his friend, Paul in an empty corporate park. Paul is an ex-lawyer and fellow ex-South Floridian who, in his travels (he has a fifth-wheel) has crossed paths with Randy on a number of occasions. Randy used to travel with his longtime girlfriend, Diana, who has her own trailer rig. This is often the way of modern-day nomads, hanging together for awhile, then drifting off on their separate ways only to run into each other again and again in their ongoing travels.
Randy showed me all the cool gadgets and innovations he had designed for his rig. I was surprised at how much more room he had inside the trailer – much more than I had expected. It turned out to be quite comfortable. After the “tour,” we drank beers and talked shop for a couple hours – the nomad life, philosophy, spirituality, and personal growth – though I must admit, and this is unusual for me, I did most of the talking since Randy is a bit of a “human interest” journalist.
The evening ended with each of us feeling as if we’d received an unexpected gift. For myself, Paul – in recalling a holotropic breathwork session – reminded me of my own personal experiences in digging out and revealing the “spirit within” from the unconscious – a subtle “hint from above” for me to do more of this work. Randy introduced me to some of the spiritual beauty of Walt Whitman and of course revealed the inner workings of his rig. From the remarks of both of these men, they seemed to have gotten something out of my visit also.
I jumped into my jeep, shook their hands and headed back up to my mountain hermitage, feeling broader, a little more expanded, and that all was right in my world.
PS: Randy, in the photo above, looks a little bit toasted, but this wasn’t the case. At the moment I shot this photo, he was in the midst of reciting Whitman (by heart – which was quite impressive), and, as any artist will tell you, when we fall under the beguiles of our Muse, well, we can’t help but feel in love – and that feeling is reflected in his face.
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