The irony of Overland Expo

This is my second time at OXW.

The first was back in 2016, when Chazz and I were actively marketing Adventurist Life magazine. We had a little booth off the back of his Land Rover Discovery on the vendor midway.

It was a lot of fun—even if I DID get TRASHED Saturday night and missed my chance to interview Earth Cruiser owners about their incredible, Mitsubishi Fuso overlanding machines Sunday morning.

Overall, though, I really didn’t know many people. At least, not beyond their names, anyway.

Today, things are a little bit different. I’m walking around OXW on a mission to meet some new people and get to know the ones I already know a bit better while we can hang out in person.

The irony of Overland Expo is that I feel like I’m going to get more out of the one day I’m there this year representing Gearbox Magazine than I did two-plus days in 2016 representing Adventurist Life.


The Days Are Just Packed (But You Run On Anyway)

Tonight is dance class.

Tomorrow night is my birthday.
Thursday night is another birthday dinner.

Friday we’re off to Sedona for the weekend.

Next week, V’s off to Portland for a long weekend.

The weekend after that, Josh and I are throwing a fresh engine in Fezzik.

The weekend after that is Overland Expo West, I have people to meet.

And I’ve got to get Next Level Gearhead Summer ready for June.

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway.

A Sad Irony

I slept better last night than the night before, but still didn’t get much sleep. Sleeping in the back of my truck has its benefits–especially when it’s 30° with 40mph sustained winds with intermittent snow flurries outside–but it’s still sleeping in the back of a truck.

One of these days, I’m going to figure out how to quickly deploy a truly comfortable sleeping system for camping. There’s a sad irony to going out into the wild to rejuvenate, only to come home exhausted two days later.