It’s rare for things to work out perfectly. But I am living ahead slow anyway. largely at peace within myself.

I made serious contact at last with the planner guy that’s going to help me expand my lot in Cienega by 50-100% for next to nothing. It’s a long story, but there was an adjoining chunk that was once set aside for a street that never happened, and probably never will.

There’s a rooftop tent waiting for me to come get it down in the Valley. The vendor declined to help me install it–short-staffed, they said–and I’m fine with that. I’ve got my measuring tape working overtime in the driveway and I’m looking forward to taking on the project myself.

Six miles from that place there’s the one where you go to test drive LectricBikes, the same place they build them.

The Lectric Bike is half of my backup plan, the part that moves, a secondary for the truck.

The other half of my backup plan has been a little yurt tent–the part that doesn’t move, a Plan B for the RTT.

But even though it’s beautiful and reasonably priced, I’m going to wait a bit on that one. Because …

She spotted, on her facebookMarket thing, a 7×14 tandem-axle cargo trailer for $4500 in Prettytown.

There’s one known thing wrong with it already, and that’s the fact that it’s only six feet tall inside. I wouldn’t be standing full upright in it. But I’m going to have a look at it Sunday.

I don’t strictly need it now, but I figure it’s worth 3K to me anyway if it’s not falling apart. So I’ll look grave and serious as I study and enumerate it’s flaws, and I’ll make that lowball offer, with an apologetic sigh that will be partly sincere.

And, either way, I’ll soon be building out my modestly glorious rig a step at a time, and gathering film while I do.

In the meantime, let yourself be soothed should you need it by the firelight and low voice of Kent Survival.