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A quick trip to the farmers market for bread and the local co-op for two fresh ripe Roma tomatoes and I was set. A very special friend was coming of dinner and the only cash I had on hand was a few quarters stolen from the shower bag. Rummaging through Sookies food bank I found all the ingredients for a feast, lit by lantern and candles. A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and a bar of dark chocolate for dessert and I was set, total cost for dinner for two $5.00
From the very first can of food I added to this little boat she has been my own personal food bank. For years I have shopped long lasting easy storing foods to carry us through the long dark winters as well a the sunny warm days of summer. When people ask me what it costs to live aboard the only answer I can give them is everything you have.
Potatoes and onions are brought aboard by the bag, wine by the case and dog food by the ton. I’m not a doomsdayer or a preper but it doesn’t take a whole lot of knowledge to understand that our entire financial system is teetering on the brink of disaster. Unlike the last time which was just a little dip the next one will cut deeply into our lives, livelihoods and ways of life. If your not ready now you are in for a world of hurt. Friends like Mark and Katie have it right, they are prepared and growing their food assets daily. Chis is preparing his life in a different way and sharing his journey. The internet is littered with millions of blogs all of us preparing our lives while living them to the fullest and sharing our ecperiences. You know the old saying, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink. In 2008 I sadly whitnessed doezens of friends losing everything to the market dip and ensuing financial anarchy. A friend cornered me one day and asked why I didn’t warn her. I did I told her, you just wouldn’t listen to me.
I’m constantly made fun of for my hoarding ways but the worst thing that will ever happen is that I have too much food which isn’t really possible. My little boat is shipy and easy to maintain and the food Im eating was all purchased at a discount, i.e. before todays inflation tax. I can’t last forever but the cussion 6-8 months of basics affords me is the only way I could live working only 10-12 weeks a year.
The act of taking a can out of my lockers and not replacing it with two is really starting to freak me out. My transition to living on a bike is getting scarry as I will only be able to cart 5 days or so of food at best. There is a twinge of uneasiness in the air as my food bank account is drained.
For the first time in many years I’m starting to feel naked and drained of my recources. Transitioning out of the boat and onto a bike is just as scary as transitioning out of my house and into my boat was. There is a small amount of fear and anxiety. Will I be able to live in such a small place? What about winter? Will I be lonely? Is it dangerous? What about storms? Pirates? Where will I get money from? Moving aboard was a big unknown, and honestly I didn’t think I would survive my first winter, I did and each year it not only became easier but also more fun, now its just how I live.
And then theres those people, they say it can’t be done, you try it and find you can. I highly suggest you read this link. Today is the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. From here on out each day turns shorter, winter is coming.
If you want to feel rich, try to sell the thing which you love more than yourself.”