A Traveling Fear Comes True: Part I

There have always been a few fears about traveling alone that have floated around in the back of my head. I try not to completely ignore them but think about how I would deal with each if one if it ever were to happen. Last week, one of those fears became my reality.

I wasn’t planning on stopping in Bridgeport, CA but this would be the closest city to meet Darwin on our anniversary. I headed North from Mammoth Lakes, CA. towards Bridgeport. I had been lingering in Mammoth for several weeks as it provided me with everything I require: a good grocery, great BLM area, and a nice library. Needless to say, when I arrived in Bridgeport compared to Mammoth, I was less than impressed.

Bowie and I had arrived in the late afternoon having stopped at a few sight-seeing places along the way. I pulled off at a gas station and looked up the directions to the BLM area. Noting that I wouldn’t have any signal at camp, I contacted a few people with my evening whereabouts and further agenda before heading out. I had noticed early in the day the Clydesdale (our van) had been “puttering” a little. I ignored it blaming it on the washboard roads I had traveled on earlier, but just as I hit a “no service” area on the way to camp, the puttering increased. Everything was already closed in town, so I made a mental note to check in with an auto body shop when I returned in the morning.

Bowie and I once again found ourselves being bounced around on a washboard road up into the BLM area. The thought struck me to turn around with the Clydesdale acting weird, but I found a cliff to my right and a rock wall to my left; I had to continue on. Three miles later, I finally came around a turn showing off a few great camp spots not surprisingly all taken since it was late. Bowie and I had to drive a little further in before finding an open place. The spot was incredibly uneven but not willing to push the puttering Clydesdale any further, we set up for the night.

I had an overall ill feeling. I felt the urge to just leave but being tired of driving I continued to settle in and make the best of our uneven spot. I felt a little nervous as a man pulled up somewhat close to the van to camp. It was dark at this point, and I felt too unsure of the road to leave. I should note that this “man” did nothing to directly make me feel unsafe. I just thought it a little odd someone would park so close being we were in a National Forest, with tons of camping opportunities surly further down the road. I was also listening to a podcast about murders, which also may have been making me a little paranoid. Regardless, Bowie and I didn’t linger outside as we usually do, but locked up the van and continued to listen to my podcast. Stupid? Probably.

After a fitful sleep, Bowie and I ate breakfast and packed up to leave, deciding we would hike later in the day. I really wanted to get back into town; I had a lot of work to do to cover the time I would take to spend with Darwin, and I wanted to see about getting the van looked at. I put the key in the ignition and turned it. Nothing happened. I tried again. Silence. Not even a click. This was it! My fear of the van breaking down! It was happening! Alarm bells were going off in my head. I instantly felt nauseous when I remembered, the two little words on my phone….NO SERVICE. When was the last time I still had service? I panicked but tried to focus on my options when all I really wanted to do was just cry. I had made a stupid decision by driving up to “no man’s land.” My instincts told me this would happen; I didn’t listen.

It was only six in the morning. No one camping around me was even moving, and I didn’t want to just walk up into someone’s camp, that’s an excellent way to get shot! I had no service, but I did remember passing by a campground at the entrance of the BLM. I couldn’t remember if I still had service when I passed by, but I felt confident they would surely have a landline phone.

Thus, my plan was decided; I would hike out the three miles with Bowie to the campground. I packed up the essentials like we would carry on any hike and thus we started our unplanned adventure, me cussing the whole way.


(One Of Many BLM Sites I Have Found For The Clydesdale) 

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18 thoughts on “A Traveling Fear Comes True: Part I

  1. Aloha,
    Sorry to see that your van broke down. I found it wise to carry a few spares when camping remotely. Fan belt, battery charger, air compressor anti freeze etc…. I’m wondering if your van developed a short in the wiring. Let us know how your adventure turns out.

  2. Hopefully the van issue is an easy fix! Sorry to hear about the breakdown, I’ve been watching the progress on the van for a long time and it looked like everything was coming together fantastically!

    There will always be setbacks, though. Just finished dropping a good chunk of change on car repairs right before a road trip, so I feel your pain!

    Keep pushing. 🙂

  3. Aloha,
    I am so happy your vehicle and home is OK. What was the problem?
    Take care, stay safe…

  4. Hey Squamo here. If that thing starts giving you problems again, I happen to be a decent mechanic and if your near us on the trail again, I’d be more than willing to lend a hand.

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  8. Snuggles-I also have a white cargo van for solo traveling. Her name is Bluebonnet. I am from Texas, what can I say. I need to find Part 11 of your mishap with Clydesdale. Safe travels-data (my AT moniker)

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