I camped outside of Santa Fe last night, up a mountain. The temperatures were somewhere around 15 degrees.
The van stays warm at night. I wouldn't call it comfortable, but with the heater and sleeping bag it does work. The windows freeze -- from the inside -- and mornings are a rush of packing and defrosting, too cold to cook or make coffee outside.
It's still doable, camping at that temperature. But it certainly isn't as much fun.
And so the destination seems like a straight line now, to the left. Southern California, Joshua Tree, L.A., San Diego, who knows. Some place where I don't need five layers, because I'll be honest and admit my cold weather preparations could have used some more work.
I've been without a fixed address for three months now. I like that.
