gypsydreamer
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<br />Hello to All! Those of you who knew me as AnninaVan from vandwellers may remember that I worked on GypsyDreamer ('05 E-150 Conversion) all winter to get ready for The Big Trip to Prudhoe Bay, AK. This has been a dream of mine for a long, long time. What began years ago as, "I want to see Alaska", over time evolved to, "I want to change my life." Somehow, the journey to Alaska became a journey of self-actualization.<br /><br />As I learned to use tools, how to take things in the van apart and put them back together, all the things I had to do to convert a passenger van into a living space, I learned many things about myself. As work on the van progressed, I took myself apart and put myself back together, too. What used to be "men's work" became "my work". I would look at something and think, "I need to find somebody to do (insert job)." I learned to think, "Hmmm...I wonder how this (insert job) works?" And that there are many things that appear complicated and really are not. It was empowering!<br /><br />I read as much as I could find about traveling in a van, driving Canada and Alaska, traveling with dogs. I was told to take three spare tires, extra cans of gasoline, a gun, a man, tire chains, extra power sources, a portable toilet, a portable shower, the list was quite long. I thought long and hard about how I live, what I really needed, what was important to me. I kept it as simple as possible. One spare tire, no extra gasoline, no gun, no man (lol, can you buy one of those online? with reviews?), no tire chains, no extra power sources other than batteries for the lantern and fans, no portable shower, a 3# coffee can for a toilet. I also took my small battery powered keyboard so I could play music. Two one-gallon jugs of water. An electric and a propane heater (Mr Heater/Buddy). Lots of blankets. A small back-packing stove. I ate very simply--a lot of ramen noodles, cold cereal, sandwiches. I discovered the joys of cooking with Spam. Boiled eggs, fresh fruit, canned veggies (yuck but it was what it was), cheese and crackers. I can count on one hand how many meals I ate in restaurants. I never stayed in a motel/hotel.<br /><br />After 15,358.5 miles (Austin, TX to Prudhoe Bay, AK and back), I am proud to say, "I DROVE THE HAUL ROAD." (And almost everything in between.) I stayed at truck stops, county/state/BLM/national/provincial forests and parks, boondocked, stealthed (is there such a word?), a few private RV parks in cities (think shower, laundry, restocking of supplies). Yep, a WalMart or two, which is the only place where I was a little nervous, btw. Crossed the border into Canada with pets (don't believe what you read on the internet--a lot of it is wrong!).<br /><br />I stood on the edge of the Arctic Ocean. The wind almost blew me over! Along the way, I met some of the most interesting people: a lady musher and her 12 Siberian Huskies, a retired tiger trainer in a European circus, a trucker and his wife from Australia, a native Alaskan who, btw, lives in his van. A couple gathering mushrooms in a burned out forest and their cute little Yorkie. Other van travellers and we always showed off our handy work in our vans and I saw some great ideas! A lady who rode the Haul Road on a motorcycle (and her husband). Now there's a woman with some real ovaries! I hiked up the side of a mountain, looked down into the valley below where my van was parked, and there was a full rainbow with one end ending in the roof of my van. And I thought, "Wow! How beautiful!" And then I thought, "Maybe there's a pot of gold there waiting for me!" And the last thought was, "Yep, you could call it that!" And I laughed. My little shihtzu glanced at me with a puzzled look on her face. "Look, Kirby! There's Home!" And it began to rain so we hiked back down and the rainbow was gone. But it remains burned into my memory.<br /><br />My mantra now is, "I drove the Haul Road". And very few people may understand what that means. It was a life-changing experience. It was a spiritual awakening. It was hard! It was easy! It was complicated and it was simple. Am I glad I did it? YES! Would I do it again? Probably not.<br /><br />If you have specific questions, I will be happy to answer. But to all the people who answered my questions about vanning, how to do this or that, how does this or that work, advice on traveling, THANK YOU! You know who you are! Wait...maybe not, as I may have read your forum postings and you don't even know how much you helped me.<br /><br />Meanwhile, I'm back home, a little lost in the city and stick house. I wonder what my next adventure will be? I don't know but I hope it will be soon.<br /><br />The Van? GypsyDreamer? I will never get rid of her. She was my Rock the entire time. She ran like a dream. She took good care of me and my little doggies. She kept us safe and comfy. I took good care of her, too. She has all new shoes, a new windshield, air filter/multiple oil changes along the way. I am very protective of her, too. We are joined at the fenders!<br /><br />Peace, Joy, and Love,<br />Ann in a Van/GypsyDreamer<br /><br /><br /><br />