Departure Dates

Coming up with a departure date is always challenging for me. I am the kind of person that backs out of parking spaces without knowing which way I am going to turn. I am an easy victim of the little brown signs on the freeway. “Point of Interest.” There goes a day. I now know more about the California Water Project than I ever intended. And Ronald Reagan.

A departure date is important. I need to book a flight or train and they are not as flexible as I am. It can be nice to have a deadline to get the last little bits done. And it serves as a deadline for others. “OK. As long as it is done before I leave.”

What is it based on? Bank balance? Weather? Events? When I left in the motorhome, I had been “ready” for a while. I just needed some fuel. One Saturday I sold a couple things I had laying around on craigslist. Filled up the tank and left. Didn’t come back for six months. Probably the main reason I want to leave is the weather. It seriously rains for nine months in Seattle. Starting sometime in September and not ending until July 4th. So September is departure prime time for me. My snowbird pals seem to gravitate towards October and some even wait until November. Sailors leave in August, which is the end of motoring season. Motoring season starts in June. There is no wind in Seattle from June to August and September. Plus that is when the Pacific Ocean is nice to boats. The Baja Ha Ha and Coho Ho Ho leave in August.

What to do with the stuff the TSA doesn’t like. Without going into what a scam airport “security” is, I own and can not live without a lot of stuff the little bullies in the TSA uniforms see as an opportunity to assert their egocentric creativity. The obvious stuff is fairly easy. I do not try to board a plane with a large fixed blade knife on my belt. But some stuff is less obvious. If I am carrying a gold plated bone handled double edged safety razor, where are the blades? And my German hand held  burr coffee grinder looks like a ten inch metal cylinder full of pellets with a mechanism on one end if seen in an x-ray monitor. When they see something like that, they don’t open the bag and check. They evacuate the facility.

What I do is pack it all up in a USPS Flat Rate box and send it to one of my brothers from a different mother. They can forward it to me when I get there. And I buy a cheap razor and knife and lighter on the ground first thing.

At the beginning of a journey or passage, leave a day to “pack.” I know I live out of two bags and am always “ready” to go but there is some kind of emotional/spiritual thing about leaving/going that requires some time. Don’t overlook this. If I do not give myself a day before, somehow, something always gets overlooked. Shit I didn’t even think existed. Or I just don’t feel right in some way. Rushed. The whole point is to not feel rushed! Take time the day before departure to settle in to going. Once I am going I just clean up the room or campsite and call an uber or start walking. After all, I live out of two bags and am always ready to go.

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Coho Ho Ho
Gold plated Joris razor and Fendrihan

 

2 Replies to “Departure Dates”

  1. 👍🏾 great read and I agree, I tent to refer to DIYs and other references in order to remind myself of what will be needed for what types of trips, I use checklist because I’m not the kind of person that can do these things on my own. Packing makes me anxious .

    1. Hi,
      Thanks for the reminder for checklists! I’ll try to write about the importance of those soon. I like a wallet card for inventory.
      Happy Trails!

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