Amazing.

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A bit of packing as I was cooling off.  Two bags of clothes, about half of my standard clothes in each.  Will there be enough?  Well, it'll have to do.  Another bag for cold gear and pajamas.  Another bag for... oddities.  My medical, face paints, face camo,  and such are in one container.  Probably just easier to take that container.  Gear and such in another bundle, tent and shower gear in another group.  The gas tank and inverter are here.  Hmm, I think D.C. wanted the blender system, so I will bring that.  Food is here and there, and I've added baked beans, some various vegies, and a group of various fruits.  I really need to get a list of the little doodads going or I will miss something.  Safety pins, for example.  Or worse, toilet paper!  I have plates, eating utensils, and two cooking devices.  I am washing the spatula that goes with the grill kit.  Shouldn't have done that, I may yet grill before I go.

Oh, and beside straightening the pile of boxes, I will be getting the trash out tonight.  While I do that I'll get the Xterra out, get the bike rack on, and figure out the handle bars, how to keep those tucked and tight.  Hmm, might as well take the boxes in, if that will mean an half hour of box breaking.  I want to empty my mail.  From the looks of things some bigger things are in and more will be arriving soon.  They have extra boxes that they allow for when the regular box is too small, and I am trying not to tax their small but generous system.  They have been quite nice to me there.

It is so hot, still, or seems to be.  Actually, I may make a run in to town tonight.  Beside the cave being allowed to rot, I have been drinking whatever is handy.  I don't have any of my diet soda.  Crap sandwich but I have been pushing every edge, taking every shortcut.  Then again, I couldn't have done it and watched my p's and q's.  Yeah, in to town for soda, both for the week and for travel.  It's nasty stuff but it's something, and it's cool.  Oh... best get my French press ready and wash my grinder and get it going as well.  Coffee, iced, does wonders.  Oh, canned milk and some Splenda.  My camp mate can't handle my stuff and I don't care for his stuff.  All good though.

I... have to be honest.  While I was pretty sure I would get there, I thought I would end up just packing what I had, all of it untested, throwing clothes in willy~nilly, and just praying it would work out.  I thought it might be a mess.  Now, dirt camping, even as high brow as we are doing it, is messy.  And, no matter how well you plan, gear up, and practice, improvisation is key.  Still, it is much better to have tried at least some things, to have worked on this and that, to have put planning into packing, and to have done what you can.  I am absolutely amazed I am to this point.  It isn't all done, some things are still arriving, I still have to figure out how to pack it all, little bits... but it is all on the doorstep, some of it just waiting for the vehicle to be available.  Even the Xt'er is ready.  I even have road assurance, times two actually if the problem is a tire.

I'm not horribly beat, either.  I've been pacing myself.  I did push a few times, and maybe for several days there, if that was more accidental than not.  I am as ready as I can be, fitness wise, in spite of... missing things and messing up other things.  I best get to the last bits, and then try to be to bed by midnight.  Tight... Later.