The Book Has Arrived!

It's been a long time coming, but the collections of blogs originally posted at GNN have been edited, collected, expanded and revised into a full book available on Amazon.

Meanwhile, I'm gradually moving away from online share-cropping and moving my blogging activities over to www.guerrillacamping.net. At the moment, I am updating daily journal entries from our long walk in 2006.

With the recent surge of adrenaline from selling a few dozen books, I am considering writing a new book, and would love to get some input on what you would like to read most.

The first idea is a practical guide to hitchhiking. This would be a much shorter companion volume to Guerrilla Camping, but would cover both sides of the hitch, from flyin' thumbs to giving rides.

The second idea is to complete a much more in depth book about fire in general, from campfires and cook stoves to wood stoves and forest fires. I started outlining this when I was learning how to live with a wood stove, but left it behind when I became a dad.

Again, thanks for sticking around, and be aware, I will be updating this spot less and less as I put more and more content over at guerrillacamping,net.

The Book is Coming!

Over a decade in the making! Today the fully edited word document went off for pre-press!


To mark the ten year anniversary of the long walk my wife and I took in 2016 that marked the end of my solo travelling, my start as a homesteader, and the seeds of our amazing guerrilla family, I'll be releasing the ebook on March 12th. It will be immediately available from Amazon, Google Play, and direct from our website at guerrillacamping.net.

I can't believe that after a whole decade, I still get comments, questions and encouragement from around the world for this blog. It's been a bright light for a long time.

Thank you to everyone for your support. I'm currently working on a second book based upon experiences I've had hitchhiking around the United States and then following an oath to pick up every hitchhiker I see to pay it back. Hear the amazing story of the gacked out woman I picked up who turned out to be the personal manager for bot Amy Weinhouse and Whitney Houston! The girl I stopped for who then had her boyfriend and dog jump out of the bushes because they were worried I wouldn't stop for a pit bull. (I drove a truck with a camper shell, complete with a dog bed and water bowl in the back)

Seriously, I've said it a bunch of times already, but thank you!

Now get over to GuerrillaCamping.net and sign up to get a special present, and to get word the second it comes off the presses!

Guerrilla Camping - Introduction and Table of Contents

About Guerrilla Camping

Guerrilla Camping 101 was written starting in September 2005, as images of the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina flooded the airwaves. As most of the 9th ward lay submerged, I began writing after looking at a backpack sitting packed and ready to go by my front door. Unlike most people who have a bag packed with four days of food sitting next to the door, it wasn't meant for the end of the world. At the time, I was working two days a week in San Francisco, and spending the majority of my time living in a tent. 

Having spent quite a bit of time doing long walks, hitchhiking and "tramping" as the old timers called it, I was shocked to hear about people who had been unable to evacuate the city due to lack of vehicles, and felt it was important to share the knowledge I had gained over the years, both as a soldier and a hobo. Rather than your traditional backpacking guides, I wanted to focus on the realities of going off trail and travelling the roads, highways and railroads of the world. .

Published on GNN, the initial response was overwhelming, at one point garnering over 80,000 readers a week. In march 2006, my girlfriend and I walked out of the city to find a place in the woods to settle down. Lacking internet access, and only having access to a computer as resupply stops, the blog fell off, with only a few new articles being published as we homesteaded an off-grid 40 acre parcel in the mountains of northern California.

A lot has changed since then, the girlfriend is now my wife, I'm now a dad, and far from being the carefree vagrant I was in my youth, I am a "professional" working in the fields of sustainability and renewable energy. I still have wanderlust deep in my veins, and fully expect to begin indoctrinating my son into the art of gracious trespass this year. I still have hopes to get this mess published, but until then, here is a table of contents for you. 

• Guerrilla Camping 101.1 - The Blackpack
• Guerrilla Camping 101.1a - The Slack Pack
• Guerrilla Camping 101.1b - The Big Red Bag
• Guerrilla Camping 101.2 - Campsite Selection
• Guerrilla Camping 101.3 - Thought for Food
• Guerrilla Camping 101.4 - Guerrilla Conditioning
• Guerrilla Camping 101.5 - Burn Baby Burn
• Guerrilla Camping 101.6 - Dying of Thirst
• Guerrilla Camping 101.7 - Sight Unseen
• Guerrilla Camping 101.8 - Home is. . .
• Guerrilla Camping 101.9 - Playing with Petrol
• Guerrilla Camping 101.10 - Getting There is All the Fun
• Guerrilla Camping 101.11 - So Fresh and So Clean
• Guerrilla Camping 101.12 - Rails as Trails

Thank you....

Thanks to everyone who continues to constantly comment and e-mail me about this blog. Please accept my apologies for being one of those people who pop up every two years saying, I'll blog more, I promise.

A comment from Theresa on "I wanna rock" made me realize what everyone has missed out on in my silence over the last few years,

You mean you haven’t gone camping or trekking since that rock incident? You must have missed out a lot of the activities. I hope you feel better soon.

 I certainly did not miss out on any activities, in fact, the activities have been why I don't blog anymore.

To sum it up in a cluttered rambled mess:

After wrecking my foot, I accepted a sweat-equity offer from one of the places we WWOOFed at. In exchange for keeping a 300 acre "nature preserve / off-grid e-commerce business / organic garden" running, I was offered a remote 44 acres and a dilapidated cabin to rebuild, along with the financial backing to do it.

In January 2007, we moved to an apartment near the property and began the slow process of rebuilding. I worked with dozens of volunteers from around the world, learned things like "how NOT to build an earthbag wall" and how to use bottle jacks to pick up and level a house. In 2008, eight weeks before our wedding, we moved into a 5th wheel camper on the property full-time and set to work. The gardens went in, we got married and (as materials became available) the cabin went up.

A year later, the cabin was wired, plumbed, leveled, windowed, painted, and roofed. All that was left was to finish the inside.

For most of my life, I have made it a habit to trust in others. If everyone held their word and trusted everyone else to keep their word, we would live in a beautiful world. That said, sweat equity is no equity unless you have contracts. Trust no one at their word when you have more at risk than you can afford to give away.

In 2009, after pressing to get our agreement in writing, I was "furloughed" from work on the "nature preserve" and it was made clear that it was time for us to go.

We were left without the land we had poured our souls into, but had gained an incredible and practical education, and what a journey we had. It was worth every moment, and had our time had ideally placed us within the community.

A year prior to the furlough, after many long talks with the deer, birds and lizards who frequently came to watch me work, I knew some human interaction was needed. I took a two day a week job as a warehouse worker at the local Farm Supply. When I asked the boss if I could come to work full time, he gave me a nice raise and told me, " Whenever you are here, you wander around and improve things. I want you to keep doing that." I did. We did very well as I moved up the ranks...

Since then, I have continued my travels in the professional world, with an intense focus on retaining and magnifying my ideals through the businesses I work for. I now find myself as director of the old "Real Goods Catalog". In 2002, I received a copy of the Solar Living Source Book, and it became one of my motivations to find a spot of land in the wilderness and make a go at having a fully independent lifestyle, something that led to the walk of 2006.

No, Theresa, I have not missed out on any activities. I spent my teens and twenties learning and living the lifestyle described in this blog, I've gotten older and slower, but I have continued to grow and learn. It's been a long trip.

With thousands of miles under my heels and wings, I'd venture to say that some journeys of a thousand miles stay in one place.

 ...and...

I'll blog more, I promise.

Guerrilla Homesteading 101: Let it Rain

They are predicting drought here this year, and it finally spurred us into action on setting up rain catchment to assure our garden gets water without pushing any rationing limits. Since our town is on a number of small municipal wells, water quality can greatly decrease if the aquifers run low, increasing the concentration of things like boron and sulfur.

A few days before a predicted storm, I had a couple of days off, and set out to start saving the rain. 

I began by acquiring two used plastic barrels from the local cookie factory. Given that they had previously contained organic molasses, a decent garden nutrient, I opted to not even rinse them out, as the trace amounts that find their way into the water will actually be beneficial for the plants.

The next step was to level out the ground where I wanted the barrels. I used cheap cinder blocks as risers, and actually leveled it so the barrels would lean slightly towards each other. When full, these barrels will weigh 350lbs each. The idea of them crashing down on my dog does not appeal to me.

I gathered the tools I needed. A drill to modify the barrels, a tape measure and level to get the right size of cut out on our down spout, and a step drill bit for placing the next fittings. I did not have a normal hack saw, so I originally intended to use the sawall here, but instead opted to use an angle grinder, as it would give me a cleaner cut. You, of course, can just use a hack saw.

In the back, you can see the box for the rain diverter I got. I got an awesome deal on it, so was happy to get such a nice one, as it normally sells for around $80. You can easily make your own with an open system, but this closes off the barrels to avoid mosquito problems, keeps dirt out of the water and allows the downspout to be used as normal when the barrels are full.

The Rain Reserve diverter came with everything I needed to set up one barrel. Even the spade bit to place their fittings in my closed top barrels. The system also comes with a nice sticker to advertise their company while warning people not to drink the saved water.

My diverter kit was for one barrel, so I was going to get creative on the connection of the two. I acquired three 1/2"  flanged rubber grommets from the local hydroponics store and the matching barbed irrigation fittings. The 1/2 tubing I bought at the hardware store, as it was much cheaper. The connection will run from the bottom of the first barrel to the top of the second, and the clear tubing will allow me to easily see the water levels inside, though I suspect I will have to scrub it out each year, as algae LOVES growing in clear plastic tubing.

The Rain Reserve diverter came with everything I needed to set up one barrel. Even the spade bit to place their fittings in my closed top barrels. The system also comes with a nice sticker to advertise their company while warning people not to drink the saved water.

The next step in set up was to drill the inlet hole in the top of the first barrel. The manufacturer included the proper rubber grommet and insert for this, though it was a bit difficult getting the grommet through the barrel as it was a cold day and the rubber was not very flexible. Forewarned, I put the remainder of the grommets in my pants pocket to warm them up before I needed them.

Next up was cutting the existing downspout. I followed the measurements given in the manual, but double checked by measuring the gap between the inlet and outlet. 

If you are renting, accept that you are going to spend $15 to replace the cut downspout if you plan to take your rain barrels with you. Most are a continuous section, and those long enough to be made up of multiple sections will almost never have the gap in the right place.

The Rain Reserve divertor in place!

I chose to place the divertor rather low. This way, the downspout can serve as my overflow once my barrels are full.

While I could have placed it higher with no ill effects, the sag of the pipe will serve as an sediment trap during the first rain of the when moss and a dry summer's worth of dust are sent rushing down the drain.

After the first downpour, the capped outlet to the left was half full of dirt.

The next step was where I left the manual behind, opting for my own method of connecting the barrels using the aforementioned rubber grommets and clear tubing.

getting the grommets in place proved to be more difficult than I expected as they are meant for a 5 gallon bucket, and the 50 gallon  barrels were about 4 times as thick.
 

Side view of the grommet

In order to the grommets to fit, I lubricated the flanged end (with spit, use oil if you must) and then pushed it into place with a flathead screwdriver. Wear gloves for this step, I could have easily stabbed my hand if I had slipped.

The Grommet in place

The barbed fitting.

When you place the barbed fitting into the grommet, it pushes out on the edges of the hole, making the connection water tight. Once placed, wiggle the grommet back and forth. An improperly placed grommet will just pop out. (I won't admit to how many times it took me to get this one set, but the rest were easy once I realized how it worked.)

I'll skip the barrel drilling pictures, but I placed a similar fitting on the top of the next barrel and connected the two sections with clear tubing.

Have You Seen This Man?

An old buddy from the GNN days was seeking a picture. I decided I would post a few. While going through it, I found this picture:

I'm the pale kid in camofluage in the picture, which was taken a few days before I walked out of the city. The big guy in the picture is "Papa", a vietnam vet who lived in the door way of a closed down drug store near the corner of 7th And Market in San Francisco. I lived a block way in a cavernous basement beneath 6th and Market and When walking home from night shifts papa and I gradually grew to be good friends, spending many late nights and sunny afternoons discussing life and slinging stories.

On every return to San Francisco, I look for Papa. I haven't seen him since this picture was taken five years ago. If any of you know his real name, his whereabouts, or can contact him, let him know Sean from San Francisco would love to share another cigarette and has a much warmer place to spend the evening.

Papa was a fixture at Seventh and Market, a man who many protected and who protected many in one of the grittiest parts of the city. A disabled vet who lost his right leg in Vietnam after leaving his family hog farm behind, his decline to the streets was inevitable, given our country's definition of "supporting the troops". While I have spent lots of time hanging out with homeless vets from every war since Korea, Papa was one of the wisest and kindest of all. While I'd occasionally help him, he helped me much more than he may ever know.

There has been much recent talk about percentages. Let me assure you that papa is the 1%

He is the 1% who gave his life for his belief in this country. While he did not die, his life was so changed by his wounds that he was left destitute, to fall between the scracks of society as he slept upon the cracks in the street.

He is the "bottom" 1%, disregarded by those who ordered him to a foreign nation for reasons still argued upon by historians and political scientists.

He is the top 1% who, though he has nothing, gives the world to everyone around him. His presence and arbitration in the sixth and market district of SoMa calmed tensions, settled disputes and gave consolation and consultation to others who society had feigned to swallow whole.

He is stronger than 99% of us, who would wallow and consume ourselves in self pity at the lot we were dealt, but who instead still took every day as he could, once explaining to me that he had a good day because somebody had stolen his crutches, and in an hour or two, friends had found him a better set and padded em out real nice so he was able to walk to the Chinese restaurant on the corner for some $1 chicken legs.


Hanging on the closet door behind me is a small nylon American flag that Papa gave me for Veterans day in 2005. He thanked me for serving when he gave it to me. Someone had been through the tenderloin passing them out to homeless vets, and he said he was excited to get it because he wanted me to have it.

I'm not sure what that flag means. Perhaps it is to remind me how small my sacrifices were. Maybe it is to recall the things that are possible when we continue to believe in the fight even when it maims us. I like to believe that it is to keep me thinking of all the things that flag means to so many people around the world, a thing to burn, a product to sell, a symbol of freedom or stamp of oppression. This flag, gifted to me by Papa, simply makes me think.

So, Bigato, there is my pic. I'll post another soon.

There was once some confusion about my identity.

So, here I am.

I wanna rock.

As the weather changes, old injuries come out to haunt. A couple of dislocated knees commiserate with a pair of shoulders who shared their fate. Tingles and pops remind of awesome, decade-old stories, but the fame shines on a point just at the ball of my right foot, where cold weather becomes searing pain and taunts me with the notion that I may have crippled myself away from the very freedom I once swore by.

Yes, five years after the infamous rock in the dark that ended my cross county hike, I still enjoy frequent pains from that damned foot.

An update for those of you just tuning in, Stocked for a 72 mile trek up the rails aside the Eel river, I turned 220 lbs of pack and body weight onto a upturned rock in the middle of the night, and destroyed the inside half of the right foot behind the big toe. Live long lesson learned: Yes, "hiking boots" use less calories to lift than mountaineering boots, but even civilian roads can occasionally call for heavy soles and steel shanks.

I want that rock.

It's probably about two inches long, an inch or so at the bottom and half an inch on the business end, and if you look carefully, you might see shards of shattered dreams left across the narrow end. I collect odd mementos. I am willing to trade my deer molar for this one. Consider it a bounty and a mission.

Sorry....

Real life is oft a sledge hammer to my promises to write more. Thank you to everyone around the world who continue to send messages of encouragement, particularly those who see the bits that only get posted for a new minutes and who e-mail words of encouragement from the four corners of the globe.

Its not that I don't have tons to write about. It's just that I'm not a nomad anymore. I'm a dad. In seven years, I will attempt to conquer the final stretch to complete California by foot, and we'll see if my boy wants to knock out Oregon and Washington with me in the following years.

But you guys jumped on for my backpacking adventures, which I lack now. My passions lie in gardening and self sustaining systems now. I've been back to the 9-5 world for a few years now, and have been doing well enough (considering the current depression) that my wife and I joke about our outmoded and stereotypical gender models. Our boy is beautiful and we struggle to find domestically made toys for him, bought from local merchants.

I still religiously pick up hitchhikers in hopes of someday repaying the karma that drivers heaped on me from 19-31, so I try to keep my ear to the ground. But I'm going to have to expand my horizons if I continue to post. I'm sorry if you are a long time follower and disappointed by the taming of BlackPacker.

Guerrilla Fatherhood 101

I would like to say that my life is boring compared to the more freewheeling days, however, nothing could be further from the truth.

My son is 13 months old now, and every day his little achievements amaze me. Yesterday when I got home from work, he showed me that he had learned to use and aim a hammer on a nice wooden toy he got from some great friends on his first birthday. A few nights prior, he sat in my lap and turned the pages in the book we held, almost drunkenly slurring the word alligator when we got to the page with the grand reptilian pile captioned "9 Green Aligators".

But what about the Guerilla part you ask?

You guys knew me for my how to guides, and honestly, when I wrote the Guerrilla Camping series, I had more years experience than I now have months as a father. Hell, having read some of the "inspirational parenthood" books out there, I suppose I couldn't do worse with an anarchist approach to fatherhood. So, in true old-school tradition, let me introduce Guerrilla Fatherhood 101.

Guerrilla Fatherhood 101.1 - Oh, F*%K I'm going to be a dad!

Looking down the barrel of fatherhood is at once both exhilarating and daunting. First off, relax and recognize that the patriarch of the Kennedy legacy was a bootlegger. I think the first indicator of a successful father is concern and worry at the impending responsibility of fatherhood. This is good, it shows that you know how serious things are about to get, which means you have your wits about you. If you have your wits about you, you can throw all the books and articles about fatherhood out the window, you'll do fine. If you are reading an ex-hobo's blog for fatherhood advice, I'm going to assume you've done your reading, and thus you're interested enough in your child's welfare to not need a coddling approach.

A Changing Mother

Over nine months your partner is either going to become an almost primal and succulent vision of pure animal fertility and beauty or a fat barfing cow. Know now, that you decide this largely with your own attitude, and striving towards the former will obviously be more enjoyable. Enjoy the curves and lushness while they last, you may not get another opportunity (particularly if you are conscious of the impact our kind has on our planet).

Now is the time to abandon all of your previous conceptions of gender roles. They are all wrong. The ideals of an egalitarian balance between male and female are shattered by parenthood. There is no fair distribution of labor when labor pains and breastfeeding are involved. Mom's are built to nurture our children, and as fathers we must nurture and support our partners and our families as we grow together.

You're not going anywhere.

Most disasters will not require you to get out of town, as romantic as the notion may be. In fact, in the bay area, most disasters will completely strand you as bridges, tunnels and overpasses are shut down for inspections or reconstruction. Not only will this keep you in, it will keep essential services out. In the event of a major quake, you can expect to be on your own for three days to six months depending on the severity of the incident. Truth be told, the following advice will help you even if the tremors you experience are a layoff, an earthquake or the proverbial zombie apocalypse. This is what you need.

Water

Water is easy. You turn the tap on, and out it flows. But the terrible truth is that those water lines run underground, often only a few inches away from the sludge that flows out your toilets. With any major flooding or infrastructure damage, your tap water will be rendered unsafe.

You need 1 gallon a day for cooking and drinking, but a safer estimate is three gallons a day if you want to do important things like washing dishes or your stinky ass. You already have 30-50 gallons of water stored in your hot water heater. As soon as a major trembler hits, pour yourself a nice steaming bath. If your water lines are contaminated, this water will not be clean, but it will be cleaner than what you get later. This comes out to ten days of water. You may need to treat it, but at least it is there. Likewise, the tank behind your toilet holds a days worth of water, and if you refrain from flushing, it should be clean.

If you’re freezer is largely empty, throw a few bottles of water in there. Two liter soda bottle are best, since they don’t break easily. Gallon milk jugs work as well, but require and incredible amount of cleaning; I thawed a few gallons from my mom’s freezer and they reeked of spoilt milk, and I wouldn’t wash in that crap, let alone drink it. Frozen bottles have the advantage of serving as thermal mass and will slow the thawing process of any food you have in your freezer.

The blog in the side bar details treatment options, but for the average SF apartment, your best bet is a gallon of bleach. 1 TBS of bleach to each gallon of water will probably kill any nasties, though if you experience an extended loss of services, you will need to boil your water as well. If you have the spare cash, a pump filter will allow you to drink the rainbow water on sixth street without becoming a pigeon.

Food

Living in the city, I always had my slow day stash of food; a buffer that allowed me to stay fed if I lost my job and was forced to choose between eating and paying rent. You’ll want 1000-2000 calories a day, but you can make it on less. My stash was 10 lbs of pasta, 5lbs of rice and 5lbs of dried black beans alongside my favorite canned food. Since then, I have discovered Quinoa and Polenta, both dried food that offer great nutritional benefits and which are pretty cheap in bulk at wholefoods. (Quinoa is a complete protein in grain form) The 20lbs of food above can be had for less than a Franklen if you find them on sale or hit Grocery Outlet in the east bay. My canned foods usually included a bunch of veggies (even though I hate canned veggies) thanks to the vitamin content. Canned meats can be intolerable, but tuna, chicken and Vienna sausages are great in recipes. Canned tomatoes are essential for the pasta and rice.

The 20 lbs of dried food and canned stuff for sauces and tastiness was enough to last two weeks without eating out, and if I really pushed my bachelor’s selection of condiments, might even taste good. Thank god for Siracha and Tapatio. If you frequently cook at home, you can easily adapt your existing pantry to serve as emergency rations.

Fuel

You gas mains are going to break if a cat farts on a fault line. This means your gas range is not going to work. Anybody who has lived in the city for any length of time remembers the rolling blackouts, so if you have an electric range you don’t even need to wait on feline flatulence to suffer a Frisco Famine.

I would personally recommend two stoves; a multi-fuel camp stove and a solid fuel stove capable of burning wood or charcoal. Neither are suitable for indoor cooking, but both can be used semi-safely next to an open window.

Multi-fuel stoves can run on white fuel (naptha, camp or coleman fuel) or gasoline. In the event of a major disaster, you will be using gasoline, which is dirty and VERY dangerous to use inside due to the additives that gas contains. It will also leave a sooty residue on the bottom of your cookware, which is made easier to clean by swiping a bar of soap along the bottom of your pots and pans prior to cooking.

Multi fuel stoves can be had on craigslist and ebay for cheap, from $15 to $50 depending on the model. The Coleman Peak One is the usually the cheapest used stove on craigslist. I personally own an MSR Whisperlite (which will also run off kerosene and similar fuels) and a ridiculously oversized two burner Coleman campstove.

A solid fuel stove is easier to build than buy, and can be made out of a coffee can in less than an hour. A very efficient version of the tin can stove is known as the rocket stove and requires a coffee can and a regular old soup can to construct. Awesome instructions can be found with a quick google search. If you aren’t going to build one now, print out the instructions, as your internet will probably go down before your gas lines.

More info on stoves can be found in the sidebar under the “Playing With Petrol” blog, including a stove which can be made with only a few beer cans, and which will run off rubbing alcohol, Bacardi 151 or any sufficiently strong alcohol.

Shelter

Odds are good that you apartment will be fine, but there have been many a building knocked flat or rendered useless due to the structural stresses of a strong earthquake. A box of trash bags and a roll of duct tape is enough to temporarily cover broken windows, but in the event of a wrecked building, you may find yourself needing some other sort of shelter.

A military poncho makes a functional, light and versatile shelter but, to be honest, for just a few dollars more large camping tents can be had from a number of sporting goods stores for under $40. If your home is unsuitable to remain in, contact a friend to set up in their place or in their backyard. DO NOT stay next to an unstable building.

A sleeping bag is good if you can afford it, but your own bedding will suffice in most situations; particularly if you can crash a nearby friend’s house. Using couch cushions or any other sort of padding (yoga mats are awesome) will keep you off the cold ground, make sleeping easier and keep you warmer. If you have the inclination, a roll up foam mat, or a self-inflating matt such as a Thermarest is easy to carry, packing up to about the same size as a water bottle.

Tools.

A Flashlight with spare batteries. Seriously, if you lack this, stop reading and go get one now. Better yet, get a few.

A battery or crank powered radio. You can get these at dollar stores and they are very important. When you get one, spend a few minutes to find out what you local NPR stations are. Big stations are often computer controlled, and will not have any good information for hours after a disaster. One September 11^th, numerous New York stations continued with regularly scheduled broadcasts for up to 24 hours after the towers fell. Local public radio will tell you the locations of hazards, shelters and resources, often starting seconds after a major event.

A multitool like a leatherman or one of the hundreds on knock-offs is essential. However, after an earthquake a crescent wrench is imperative. A broken gas line can ruin you day, and having a wrench able to shut off your gas line is important.

A prybar of any sort should be kept under a couch or bed. DO NOT KEEP IT IN A CLOSET. After a quake, buildings can lean or sag, making doors impossible to open without a lever. If you find yourself stuck without a bar, remember that doorknob screws are always on the inside, and after pulling out a door knob you might be able to pull open stuck doors.

A cellphone is important, and while it may seem counter intuitive, after a major disaster, you should call one person out of the area and then turn it off. If the circuits are tied up and you are unable to get a call out, text messages will often go out when calls won’t. Turn off your phone once you’ve made contact to let people know you are alright. It may be a while before you can charge it again, and probably not long before you need to call someone.

Heavy shoes are one of the things I would usually forget to mention, as I’m the kind of guy who shines my hunting boots for job interviews. But there will be lots of glass and other hazards lying around after a quake, and flip flops won’t cut it as well as shards of broken windows cut your feet.

Rain Gear can be as simple as holes punched in a trash bag, as cheap as the $5 sets you get from grocery stores, or $150 fishing gear from a company like Dutch Harbor. Do not expect a disaster to happen on a sunny day. Umbrellas are worthless.

Epilogue:

There are a lot of things to really consider when preparing for a disaster, and this list has barely touched the surface. For lots of professional input, visit www.ready.gov for information in preparedness kits, emergency resources and advice. No matter what, make a plan, build a kit and keep your head.

I’m heading out the hills for a week tomorrow morning, but will finish the blog about that $50 kit when I return. Stay steady.

Nomadic Electronics

As much as we all want to leave civilization behind, the need for electricity is perpetual and often aggravating. In 2005, I invested in a few small sheets of Powerfilm flexible photovoltaic sheets. Using a cheap battery pack and diode from Radio Shack, I built two simple solar chargers capable of keeping our lights, FRS radios and other electronics working. The whole set up weighed .8 ounces and produced 7-8 volts, enough to charge four AA batteries over the course of the day as we walked through sun and shade.

Unfortunately, the first version of the panels lasted through our field testing, but not through an actual trek. Twenty miles from town, and fifty from the nearest electronics store, the wear and tear of the road ripped the positive wire from my panel, leaving us with only one charger. After the second day of trekking through train tunnels with dim headlamps, I’d had enough and decided to make a field repair.

That evening, after finishing heating water for dinner, I took an old nail I had found along the side of the railroad tracks we were hiking and placed it on the burner of our stove. While the nail was heated to red hot, I laid out the panel on the ground and held the wire in place with a few small stones. I put the maulie clips I used for my map packet onto the panel as an impromptu heat sink to keep from burning it up with the heat from soldering

It took a minute or two for the nail to get red hot. Once it did, I pulled it from the stove with my multi-tool and pressed the wire against the panel in a series of light taps to keep heat low. The solder melted just enough to complete the circuit. I used a small piece of duct tape to add a bit more stability to the junction, and hoped for the best.

The next evening, I pulled the batteries from the charger and was quite pleased to have a bright headlamp to complete my evening’s journals.

Since then, I learned another trick. Creating two jumpers, using alligator clips on both ends of short lengths of wire allows you to clip the panels directly to cell phone batteries, which can be problematic to charge on the road.

Living nomadically does not only rely on your hiking and outdoors skills, it is a perpetual test of your resourcefulness and creativity, and you will frequently find odd applications for many seemingly unrelated life skills.

Migrations Have Occurred

So, I certainly owe everyone an update.

We moved off the hill in December of 2009. It was a long story, but worked out for the best; three months later, we discovered we were becoming parents! So now there is a little BabyPacker learning to stomp around.

Before he was even born the family gave us one of those terrific baby backpacks by Kelty, complete with brush guard! I can't wait to get out there with him once it warms up! I guess I'll have to start going ultra-light now, if I'm going to have the little bush-rat in my pack.

As I mentioned last week, the original Guerrilla Camping blogs have been gradually refined and expanded over the last four years, and are presently going through a lengthy proofreading process before heading to layout. I'm hoping to get it all done before the end of spring, but everyone laughs when I suggest it's possible.

I think I'm going to put out a first edition with less layout than I would like, and sell it cheap to guage the reaction.

Meanwhile, the lost chapters are finished. These were chapters I felt were quite important, but at the time I was unable to post them, or complete them to my satisfaction. I spent my family leave finishing these up as I completed the expanded Guerrilla Camping book, and will be posting excerpts here once the proofing process is finished.

The most important new chapter is on staying out of trouble when stealth camping or guerrilla traveling. Another involves the use of supply boxes to move seasonal or sensitive gear without having to lug is or risk it on your back every day.

I will be migrating the original GNN Guerrilla Camping 101 Blogs here this evening, so if you've been looking for them, here they come! If it is your first time reading them, please keep in mind that these were furiously written in the limited time I had in front of a computer at that time; forgive the terrible formatting and wretched typos. I'd also like to throw an immense amount of thanks to Floyd Anderson who's work at the GNN Archive prevented an immense amount of information from going down the memory hole, including Guerrilla Camping!

There is so much to say. Guerrilla Camping is currently going through the proofing process with two very amazing editors. Patiently patiently waiting. We might yet see a book!

Changes changes changes. Work work work.

Thanks for all of you who have continued to keep up with this blog and send me letters of encouragement and thanks. I am very happy to know I keep finding readers. I have gone back and reedited most of Guerrilla Camping and am working on laying it out to either self publish or pimp out.

The blackpacker persona exists today only as a spark in my soul, the foundation of who I have become. I've settled in Mendocino county, married my fiance, and had a son. I still work at the farm supply, and have started doing all the marketing for them.

I've got to be one of the only people in the world who could decide it was time to grow up and get serious with life and go back into graphics design. Well, marketing.

Those of you who followed my blogs on GNN when I was posting as hagcel will understand this immediately, as most of the issues I covered revolved around media literacy, culture jamming and memetic engineering. For those of you who tuned in as I started writing about my lifelong hobby as a vagabond, it might seem a bit confusing.

The primary reason I am doing this is because my community needs me. Seriously. Small businesses are buried in search engines even in local results. It seems that unless you make wine and use a Napa, SF or New York ad firm, you don't exists around here.

It took me less than one week to fix that at the farm supply, and over six months, I have nailed down every relevant search result for our business and was able to build some markets that are particularly favorable to my ethics (organic nutrients, sustainable micro-farms, and self-sufficiency), so I can still sleep at night even though I'm paying taxes and being a legitimate member of society.

So, I've restarted the marketing and design firm from SF, and am going to try and make enough money to give my son the ability to go to college without going to war.

Urban Merit is a full service Ukiah marketing and design firm that works to build our local economy by supporting local businesses and entrepreneurs. We specialize in search engine management, brand development and outreach and print and web design. Our team has been assembled from many parts of the state to create a dynamic and fully featured marketing firm.

Our website, www.urbanmerit.com is currently in stasis and will launch sometime this weekend. Once my book is finished, you will be able to buy it there or find out where to buy it form there.

Thanks for sticking around.

Hey! I'm over here!

You know, I'm a lifestyle migrant; Offline and on. That said, you can keep up with my current projects at work over at REDACTED. There you will find info on our gardens, grow rooms, chicken coops, and helpful tips on everything from erosion control to treating mite infestations in chickens.

Guerrilla Camping is still going, but since it's been a few years since I had internet with anything but that dumb phone, posts are still going to be intermittent. Big news coming up soon though, so stay posted.

For all of you who followed my stuff on GNN, drop me a line! I miss you!

Funny customer inspired thought...

I'm going to sell organic cyanide from organic apple seeds so at least
our rats won't die of cancer...
I think my sense of humor is intact.

Quick Update. Coming up for air again.

Well guys, once again, long time, no blog. As I have mentioned previously, blogging via the iPhone is obnoxious at best, impossible at worst. At last, however, I got a computer. Just the cheapest little netbook I could find. I don’t need the distraction of trying to see what a machine can do. A word processor, a few MP3s and the ability to work online is enough for me.

I’m still quite off the grid, however, I can upload stuff at work, so am working on getting that set up right now.

It has been a wild and convoluted year. The rise and gradual fall of our daily victories, right? They finally got me working full time at the Farm Supply, and it is possibly the best job description I have ever had… “Just wander around and do what you do.”

That’s right. No looking over the shoulder, no second guessing, just the support and assistance of my co-workers and manager. Without question. Open accounts at all the best shops in town, and working for a store that instantly gets me handshakes and warm welcomes at all of them. I must be a running joke at the local welding shop, as I have the most experience with a welder at the shop, and before I got promoted, I had about 14 inches of wire-feed welding under my belt. But they are helpful, and certainly don’t make me feel like an idiot.

About two months ago, we finally got DOGS. Yes. Big DOGS. Well, giant puppies at least. A mix of Great Dane and Cane Corso (an impressive Italian mastiff and, according to legend, descended from the same dogs that fought the lions in ancient Rome). Jack and Liberty are amazing dogs, already able to come, sit and stay with hand commands from a distance, and comfortable in lots of unusual situations, such as parked next to the machine gun booth at the 4^th of July carnival in town.

The cabin is… well, the cabin. Things are strange, and we are looking for property to own ourselves.

Well, I’ve got more pressing things to write, so that is all for now.

 

Homestead blacksmithing

The newest addition to the abilities pile. Forged a little coal
scraper before work today... The wife loves it. More later...

As always, when there is silence on the blog, you can rest assured that there is a lot going on. Lets see, since the last blog, our garden has grown, but most surprising, the garden at the farm supply has exploded. A few days after publishing blog, I was told to go ahead and plant a garden out in the warehouse yard, something I had given up on, aside from a few onions and garlic, due to a lack of interest from other workers.

In a wild chain of events, we went from “lets plant some stuff and make raised beds” to “lets buy a skip loader and sell bulk soil.” Then on to, “Hey Spicer, go buy a tractor, build a soil bin, license a few of the guys in back, and think about a trailer so we can take the tractor out to our own houses, and rent you out to customers.”

Then, last Monday, this article his to front page of the local paper. The article prompted a few new customers to come in and ask me questions like, “why doesn’t my garden grow?” Wednesday, I got a phone call from the boss, who asked me if I’d be in on Monday because the head of the ag department at the college wants to meet with me, and that we’d also be working out a plan for a community plot for the local senior center.

Our wonderful neighbors, The Donners, are moving back to England again, and I spent last week working with the patriarch of the family helping him finish off projects before his departure. I spent the week mostly holding things and minding the fire on a small forge as I picked up a bit more practical experience in blacksmithing. Upon their departure, we’ll be moving their forge and anvil down here to my place to keep a blacksmith on the hill.

Yet another neighbor moved, but this time he moved his whole house. Having spent nearly two decades in a tipi, he was able to move the house and have it set up in one day, a mile deeper into the hills, finally getting him out of the dust channel of living beside our road. After helping him move a 1000 gallon water tank down a half mile foot path, he asked if I wanted his old tipi, which he had replaced a few months back. So, now we’ve got a 20 foot tipi that will be residing in the west side of the garden.

He also threw in an old box stove, some chairs and planters, and anything else he didn’t want to drag down to his new place. If anybody wants one of those dangerous folding plastic chaise lounges, he’s got one for you cheap. And a little cooler.

Finally, the fourteen month odyssey into experimental wind power resulted in a 30 foot erection as our new slavonius turbine went vertical, producing a whopping 20 watts before choking out and getting set back down.

Our neighborhood watch program got kicked into high gear with the arrival of trespass growers on the timber parcel beside our place, with a neighbor and I tracking them down the river road far enough to make sure they weren’t out in our backyard. A few days later, the security manager of the parcel arrived and we spent about an hour going over the tracks, and being shown the survey markers that mark the limits of our property.

A few days after the trespass growers went driving down our road, I ran into a guy in our driveway with no good business and a downright bad attitude. Being unable to encourage him to leave on my own, the neighbors got called into action and we managed to run him off the hill. Later that day, he enjoyed a 60mph high speed chase down a road I have trouble going more than 20 mph on, flipped his 4runner, and proceeded to defy police as he sat in the wreck. He was found to have a switch blade, tear gas and an empty flashlight containing just over a pound of meth. One of my buddies up here on the hill described him as a spunion, a word I will be using as frequently as possible when encountering tweakers.

Just a normal everyday hillbilly life.