As briefly as possible, couple posts a month. I’ll try not to go on and on. That’s my plan. It’s like reporting-in to the wind – I’m expecting few readers, but who knows. Surely someone will scan the blog for signs of life. That’s important. If you want to go deeper, then ask questions, or please read the books, or meet me, or invite me to share somewhere.
Hereafter, I’ll intertwine an intermittent van-life log with what’s on my mind relative to my lane, CAMPFIRE WISDOM – The Gospel, The Milk, The Keys, The Song.
So, I’m stealth camping around urban Las Vegas for November – ish. And to catch you up, I’ve been in the PNW all summer long and that was glorious – mild weather and ample opportunities to share. I glamped mostly on the gorgeous, forested hill where my daughter lives with her stellar husband and angel children. As for sharing my lane, there was the home church, the ladies club, the men’s Tuesday Taco meetup, and one guy named Mac who met me every Monday for lunch. Mac even allowed me to more deeply explain my lane. He came away inspired! Also, the leader of the home church shared my books with believers in Nepal of all places, and my dear daughter committed to read the book stack I left the family – hahaha. She probably will, but boy she is a busy girl! All in all, I feel like Johnny Appleseed!
Las Vegas? Right. Well, the trip down here was a thoughtful one, and I felt a lot of gratitude how that Father led me into all that lane sharing in the PNW. On the way south I visited a friend in Reno who at one point said the content of my books had caused her to want to “Return to her first Love” (Christ). That was heartwarming. I camped at lakes, in forests, deserts, and yes at Rest Stops (I’m not proud).
And I landed in Las Vegas? (I have roots here. And my other daughter was having a b-day party for the two year old grandchild. Plus I love meeting her for lunch and laughs.)
Ostensibly I am here to help Jennifer with any chore she chooses, but she hasn’t asked so far. Plus, I have a dear friend in neighboring Pahrump who lets me stay at his ranch, at will. He’s soon to be out RVing himself and I’ll bring a little security to his spread for a week or so before heading south – running from the coming cold. For now, stealth camping works in LV because I have a brand-new van which blends well with the groomed westside suburbs. Shhhh! I’ve mixed it up with alternating locations, so I’ll never be a bother.
And best of all, so far, I have a couple of afternoon meetups going on, Tuesday and Sunday, two different guys who are letting me walk them through Campfire Wisdom and the Four Dialogues! And, last night in the steam room at 24Hr Fitness I met old Bill – a regular. I can sense that I’ll be sharing something of my lane. Think I’ll mentally tag him Wild Bill because he looks like he dropped out of an old black and white western movie, elderly, rugged, frail, but sharp as a knife.